POETRY CORNER: Castleham
DANNY GORING
On telly they’re selling us holidays
But we haven’t got enough cash
The end of the month’s still a fortnight away
And the thought brings us out in a rash
The leccy bill’s shocking, taxes are rising
Our money has gone down the drain
We splashed out for Christmas, it’s hardly surprising
The new year’s a financial pain
Priory Meadow is under grey water
Eels are shopping in Boots
Southern Water dump more crap than they oughta
In the sea, and don’t give two hoots
We’d like to escape into self-isolation
And wait for the spring to arrive
A whole population in warm hibernation
Having a bloody good skive
When summer comes round we’ll be sipping a beer
In sunshine and heatwaves unbroken
On the prom we’ll parade, or perhaps on the pier
Provided the bloomin’ thing’s open
We’ll laugh and we’ll cry, feel the lows and the highs
The smiles alternating with frowns
And perhaps realise, as the years pass us by,
That the ups can’t come round without downs
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