((Okay, since the whole city is about to explode into a frenzy of street-naming arguments (which could lead to some interesting fistfights, but I digress), I figured I’d post something different.
I wrote this a few months back but couldn’t decide whether to post it. It’s intended to read like a local folk song. Thought it might be a moderately interesting diversion so I’m going for it. To enjoy it, you must pretend the rain in New Babbage isn’t always black and inky…))
New Babbage Love Song
(To the melody of The Wind That Shakes The Barley)
I sat within the city gate
I sat me with a new love
My heart it mourned, the hour was late
He was the one I’d dreamed of
I listened to his strong heart beat
I felt it in my bones,
While soft the rain fell on the street
And washed clean dusty stones
He wanted me to come with him,
To take me far and wander,
‘Twas hard the sad words to begin
And stay where I was fonder
And so I said, “The city gate
Encloses my true home,”
As soft the rain fell on the slate
And washed clean dusty stones
Forlorn he kissed away my tears
My fond arms ’round him flinging
The signal bell burst on our ears,
From on the airship ringing
My new love fled from by my side
And left me here to moan
Within my breast a bright wish died
As rain cleaned dusty stones
I watched the ship cast off her ropes
And break her earthly fetters
I saw her carry off my hopes
my future now in letters
I once found love within the gate
Of Babbage as she drones
‘Twas nothing left to do but wait
As rain cleaned dusty stones
A fortnight passed before I heard
The grim news of his dying
An urchin whispered out the word
Of where the corpse was lying,
Around his grave I wander drear
A dirge my soul intones
And only Babbage holds me near
As rain cleans dusty stones
Brava! *applauds*
My dear, that is moving and tragic. Bravo indeed!