Bugery Corld Wup

Written by Barry Brickell

Barry Brickell Doggerels , August 2011



Balls ups, balls-up,

Yet another one

by Auckland’s City planners.

Big chiefs of

Tamaki-Makau-Rau,

land of a hundred

lovers, haters &

strong emotions,

have given us

a massive but

handsome carbuncle

right in the middle –

of suburbia.

60,000 seats is 120,000 legs,

1,000 busses,

200 trains,

30,000 cars

A jewel in the

fumes and frustrations

of Struggle Street,

Villamore and Lynglen

Valiantly, did I try

to put it beside the harbour

among umpteen

shipping containers,

Fergussen, Freyberg or

Bledisloe.

Trams, trains, busses,

cars & bikes and

the ferries too,

quick & easy access for 120,000 legs.

But who listens –

in this place

of such utter confusion,

like my haraki

on Queens Wharf,

Instead – a long

slumpy thing

of neither meaning or form.

Oh yes, sitting there

In their glassy tall towers,

Oh no – why do I

waste my hours?

Gucci, fucci, zuit & tie,

Will I have –

another try?