Interesting one, Martin. Beowolf? Beowulf? I got the impression that fish and Hull had largely parted company and came across a local's post complaining that outsiders thought the town still stank of it. Hence the penultmate line in the following. Did PL ever directly quote himself? Probably not . . oh well.
City of Culture? Can some pompous pricks
Have chosen here for 2017
Although the river Humber’s like the Styx
But both banks melancholic misty-mean?
This place in eastern flatness is a bore
That squeezes out quotidian despair,
However true, as back in ‘54,
Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.
Since it no longer reeks of stinking fish,
So little left now, even for a gull,
And surely answers no-one’s prayer or wish,
Best not disturb the bloodiness of Hull.
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