Read the Poem
I said I'd be sad if
she didn't come to Cardiff.
I called her a sensation
when I met her at Central Station.
I sang like a lark
When we walked in Roath Park.
I said I'd never met any one finer
In Rhiwbina.
I told her I loved her a lot
in Splott.
I said I liked having you
in Western Avenue.
But our love turned sour
over beer in the Glendower.
She called me a fool
in the Empire Pool.
She shouted YOU BRUTE
in Bute.
So we called it a day
in Manor Way.
The next time, she said,
I'll get an A to Z.
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