Working summer
John Betjeman buried in small church in cornwall saint piran of tin miners
Abide with thee your so sad to see but thy remain free along all to see a moment with thee
Bless thy thee shine may you always dine down the railway line sing a song for all time the room was so bare
Life of art Tate to tarts modern farts Vincent van Gogh it broke his heart
Liver birds on royal towers clock a rock hope st we meet down knotty ash diddy bash the cavern club Beatles past while my guitar gently weeps
Fare to dare to fly in the sky not to stare on ryanair for we not see dolly oh golly
The curse of humanity to bear thy sick art limp rabbit’s in fields i so cry displeasure in thee to live in thy plain
island of gentle decay time capsule still lost world of its own time the detritus way of life whirlpool tidal races
My dear love thee the world is so free my heart sad apart fears of thy fate hate maybe our last date
Whence we go as far to thy door to shop on the floor have a drink at the bar And find a movie star
In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said
Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain
past the time cilla was so fine sing a song to shine she was all mine in our world
Titanic white a star fine shoe shine down the line sail softly in the calm seas eat and drink happy times music plays softly so devine
up town girl Luton town village green fair ground caddington club my subs back cricketers pub grub five oaks trees school shrubs
Poeticous your so delicious hope your not malicious write a poem for thy own walk the winding road story’s of young and old