Cabbage Town

We're in a hog town
A hockey town
A slice of Orange with a slab of
Cabbage
Town
Nice and Swiss and orderly

Dumbing any wit down
We're whittled down
Eroded by this city's drabness
Averaged
Down
Fiercely bland and ordinary

We could be world renowned
If we weren't hidebound
By the fact we drag our
Baggage
Round
Blaming our geography

Because the whole world round
The heart of art is found
When artists seek the hidden
Savage
Sounds
Wherever place and art meet awkwardly

Like in a hog town
A hockey town
A slice of Orange with a slab of
Cabbage
Town
Nice and Swiss and orderly