Ray Gorbing,
Or "Mr Stevenage" to some.
You planned the town
with no traffic lights -
all cycle tracks
and roundabouts.
Japanese tourists
came to take pictures
in their droves.
Keith's mum hated your orange box,
an eyesore by the station.
I'm sure Gordon Craig was chuffed.
In your young days you looked
a dead ringer for your son.
Without the pipe, of course.
He played violin in our first band.
You looked at me with disdain once,
and you didn't shake my proffered hand.
E.J. Thribb (17½)
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| the gordon craig theatre |
