Northern Modern Monstrosity

It's like a schoolkid with a lack of friends due to pissing his pants, in a schoolyard that just doesn't fit in,
It's as though time ran out of deadlines and was retrieved by an architect flustered, from some mustered up scrumpled office meshed bin.
It's got more lights than Blackpool's got illuminations and I've heard it guides astronaughts at night to a far flung moon.
Made of balsa wood, cheap nails and clagged on shiny tiles, that glow in the night, a council's attempt at staying in tune.

Cares

mugoob mugoo ;)