Poetry at Aldeburgh
Like Poseidon with a chip fork
He's washed up (at Aldeburgh town)
No vinegar - he's bitter enough
Know-all coward in his dressing gown
Found a cheap place to put his big fat head
Jukebox blaring every night
Full English each & every morning
Will surely be served right
Sea sky see 50 shades grey
Just like his sex life there
Aging man in old village
Remaini...
Tuesday 7th February 2017 4:01 pm
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