The World of Siân

I have a few poems I have written tucked away and I thought it would be about time to air them. Here is the first:- Bridgend My Home town Protected by a dome It doesn’t make me frown I don’t see any garden gnomes It is like a magnet Draws people back It doesn’t make me fret A bit off the beaten track No sun, no snow Only rain Why, who knows? It’s a pain From the old bridge it gets it name Good wishes it does send Some people from here have found fame My home town, good old Bridgend

Now there is one thing (of many as I am sure you have read) that I can’t stand, and that’s Chav’s!!!! I was thinking this morning, if you’re a chav, do you know that you’re a chav? Do you purposely pick out chavvy clothes? Do you think other people are chav’s? They seem to be everywhere, I was astounded when going into my local town during the week and seeing them cluttering up the streets. I did comment to himself and he said it’s as most of them are on the dole and so have nothing better to do. Which is true? Why should they restrict themselves to causing chaos on the pavements on a Saturday?!?!? When they can do it all week as well. Here is a link to wiki, to see what they say on Chav's http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chav