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...

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