by Ashley ListerI enjoy a challenge as much as the next person. However, writing something about vintage Poulton has proved somewhat problematic.
Initially I started by trying to incorporate the fun of an existing local vintage poem into the theme – but it didn’t quite work:
There’s a famous seaside place called BlackpoolThat’s noted for fresh air and funBut the Ramsbottoms got lost on the way there And they ended up stuck in Poulton…
So, instead, I researched some of Poulton’s history and scraped together the following lines:
It sits in North West LancashireThe scenery is quite fineAnd for orienteers trying to locate the placeIt’s OS grid reference SD3439…
…which was coming across as a little bit like a McGonagall, so I abandoned it.
My issues with Poulton are down to my personal ignorance of local history and geography. It doesn’t help that the only person I ever knew who proudly bragged about her Poulton heritage was someone I didn’t particularly like. However, it was with that thought that I was inspired to come up with the following idea:
In days gone by [err]Near the River WyreLived a woman whose life was a messShe was callous and cruelShe came from SkipoolShe was Pauline: the Poulton Princess
Today I’m off to the workshop at the library in the hope that inspiration can strike in a more sensible fashion. If not, I believe I might write more on the ballad of Pauline the Poulton Princess.
