Philip Larkin in bronze at Hull Paragon Station.

They f**k you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra just for you.

But they were f**ked up in their turn
By fools in old style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And dont't have any kids yourself.

Midlands born Poet Philip Larkin had a love hate relationship with his adopted city of Kingston upon Hull which he described as a fishy dump!