Poem Archive
It’s Not Like Elle-on-sea*
“The boring town called Anywhere,” mused Miles, “is not for me
Although I grew up there, it’s really not the place to be”
Alone and lonely all his days, though moving here and there
“I guess,” he sighed, “I’ll always be:
His Prospects Have Gone South
Syd Swan drank too much Unknown Grouse
And next day really felt like heck
He woke up with a headache
And a knot tied in his neck
He Lives in Shorance
thieves broke in and stole my stuff
That would be turbulently tough
And so I’ve summoned to my place
Insurance salesman Justin Case