30 Days of Prose: Day 20: The Ninth Was Right About Cardiff

The Ninth Was Right About Cardiff

Markwiggy's 'The Flight of the Tardis'
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Cardiff, Cardiff, you're ever the fool.

I write you by day, by night I dream of you.

Cardiff, Cardiff, at least four hours a day,

I dream of never writing of you,

not for free and not for pay.

I'm sure you're a lovely city, despite all accounts.

The ninth thought you terrible, but the Doctor lies, I'm forced to recount.

If you would quit haunting me where I work, where I live,

I'd be so much more likely, more ready to forgive.

But Cardiff, Cardiff, cause of my pain,

when Monday comes you'll just wound me again.

I'll write of your charms, though I'm told they're few,
and I'll suffer sickness when you come into view.