Ode to Phillip the Great

A poem submitted by Cheshire resident Greg St. Martin:

O, Great Phil.
Not just any hill.
Tho’ we never heard of you
until
upon you men did want to buil’.
O, Great Phil.

Then it rained.
Your sand did spill.
No more dirt bikes
for Jack and Jill.
Conspiracy theory?
A movie: “Kill Phil?”
Pardon my French, but
“What the hill?”
Cost to fix you:
half a mill!
‘Mong friends who’s counting?
O, Great Phil.
As long as Cheshire won’t get the bill.
Unneeded expenditures:
we’ve had our fill.
Read last line “Town Pool,”
if you will.
Not to mention
the climbing mill.

O, Great Phil.
Good luck, my friend.
“Tim White Listens”
while others pretend.
Let’s not destroy
our fine North End.

Greg St. Martin