Poetry Corner: Has Tings!
JEMIA DE BLONDEVILLE
Hastings has tings, oh yeah
Cliff railways, a castle ruin, and plenty of sea air
Great music, poetry, and a myriad of arts
Lots of twittens, and alleys, short cuts to other parts
Green men, mermaids, and pirates galore
Little boats a’bobbing, close to the shore
Seabirds aplenty, floating in the sky
Ponds in parks, wherein live the dragonfly
Behind the old bowling green in Alexander Park
Within the pond reeds, dragonflies sky lark
Hastings has tings, that tickle and tease
A shimmering moonlight, afloat on the seas
And skies at sunset, with a tapestry of shades
Beautiful colours, that seem to cascade
A myriad of spectacles, befall my eyes
As folks in costumes, wear their disguise
Hastings has tings, and things
I’ve even seen fairies, with beautiful wings
And metal sign posts stating “keep Hastings weird”
Some of the reason that I appeared!
Well I’m returning to my world, to the nearest cloud
To my ethereal birthplace, with a very similar crowd
Remembering to not throw a pebble into the sea
Otherwise I won’t return, for all eternity
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