THIS SUMMER (POETRY MONTHLY)

Late April was Eastbourne for me

A Merseybeats concert to see.

It rained all the time

But the concert was fine –

And the bus to the theatre was free!

In May down to Brighton we went.

I found a cheap hotel to rent.

With places to go

And a Moody Blues show

It really was money well spent.

In June up to Clacton-on-sea

Was duty, not pleasure, for me.

We said our goodbyes,

Wiped sad tears from our eyes

It was my old china’s funeral, you see.

To Hastings the next long weekend

(Oh, when will this jet-set life end?)

 It was a party for Daisy,

Thirty kids going crazy,

And her Dad’s broken foot will soon mend.

Then two days in a room near the pier

In Southsea, as we do every year.

To a show with my Beau Justin Hayward you know -

I was beginning to feel rather wayward -

But I’m getting quite knackered, I fear.        

At the end of July I just cried

My last dear old Auntie had died.

So once more on the loose

We could find no excuse -

 And to Weston we took one more ride.

I hope you won’t end up a mourner

But I’m telling this tale just to warn yer

If you book a short break

It could be a mistake –

Cos you don’t know what waits round the corner!