NIGHTS IN PRESTATYN

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(A re-post plotting the angst of a 16-year old boy dragged on a camping holiday to North Wales by his parents. I know. I was that boy).

 

Nights in Prestatyn

Two weeks without end

Boring as Latin

Drove me round the bend.

My folks tried to tell me

That this beats Southend

Next year they’ll sell me

The idea of Bridgend.

 

Dad, how could you?

Mam, how could you?

Oh, oh, oh, how could you?

 

Clothes shops selling tat in

That bucked fashion trends

That I looked a twat in

I cannot pretend.

Big draw in Prestatyn

The ads recommend

Featured Take That in-

I didn’t attend.

 

Dad, how could you?

Mam, how could you?

Oh, oh, oh, how could you?

 

Nights in Prestatyn

No pubs to commend

Pint pots that’s spat in

No girls to befriend.

I chatted up Sylvie

For a dirty weekend

Her bloke tried to kill me

I ran to Land’s End

 

Dad, how could you?

Mam, how could you?

Oh, oh, oh, how could you?

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John Coopey

Tue 23rd Jan 2018 19:37

Thanks Jemima. (It's one of my favourites too).
MC - it wasn't a holiday; it was a prison camp.

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 23rd Jan 2018 14:23

16 and taken on a freebie to a holiday town? Lucky you. At that age I was on my solo way from country to city to
start an apprenticeship towards my working life.
Never been to Prestatyn though. Surely now immortalised
in your song - like "Abilene" and "Amarillo"!
So puff on your pipe and put THAT IN!

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Jemima Jones

Tue 23rd Jan 2018 13:40

John how dare you make a brilliant spoofer out of my fave Moody Blues song! Thank you.Jemima.

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John Coopey

Tue 23rd Jan 2018 13:30

Thanks, Ray. Yes, there’s only so many so many “end” and “atyn” rhymes. And the short lines make keeping to the sense hard.
Greg Freeman did point towards Larkin which I hadn’t heard before. He will have copied it off me, you can bet.

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raypool

Tue 23rd Jan 2018 11:58

What a corker John. Totally commendable - bloody brilliant in its format. You make it look easy, but it's a demanding discipline, and you have lightly tossed it off, in a manner of speaking. You need to twin this with Sunny Prestatyn by Philip Larkin.


Ray

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