For many, life isn’t very bright
Living on the Isle of
Wight
It’s very much, the
have nots
Outnumbering the have
yacht’s
For many, life isn’t very bright
Living on the Isle of
Wight
It’s very much, the
have nots
Outnumbering the have
yacht’s
For many, life is quite hard
Living on Martha’s
Vineyard
It’s very much, the
have nots
Outnumbering the have
yacht’s
The Canary Islands, as listed
In geographical
catalogues
Are not named after
the birds
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
On a day so crisp and
clear
And looked out towards
the east
And it was possible to
see
The mystical Ailsa
Craig
And the Ayrshire coast
beyond
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards
the west
Where it was possible
to make out
Malin Head in Donegal
When I lived in Melbourne
I often used to wonder
Why the Local Area
Network
Wasn’t called The LAN
down under
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
On a day so crisp and
clear
And looked out towards
the west
Where it was possible
to see
Rathlin Island clear
as day
And Ballycastle just
beyond
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
Looking out across the
sea
To the distant misty
shores
Of Antrim far away
The late September sun
Bathed the water
meadow
As sheep graze the lammas
In stark relief against
the blue
Like a great golden
arrow
The spire points
heavenward
The Canary Islands, as listed
In geographical
catalogues
Are not named after the
birds
It was appropriate for a voyeur,
To
live in the village of Watcham
To
where I just returned yesterday
From
the Northern town of Oldham
But
as that is in the past now
I
suppose it should be Feltham
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards the east
And it was possible to see
The mystical Ailsa Craig
And the Ayrshire coast beyond
When I lived in Melbourne
I often used to wonder
Why the Local Area Network
Wasn’t called The LAN down under
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards the west
Where it was possible to make out
Malin Head in Donegal
There was a Ship sailed away to Spain
All
the way there it was lashed with rain
And
when they arrived at last in Spain
Where
the rain didn’t fall in the main
As
Higgins suggested on the plain
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards the west
Where it was possible to see
Rathlin Island clear as day
And Ballycastle just beyond
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
Looking out across the sea
To the distant misty shores
Of Antrim far away
Woking so wants a claim to fame
So
tenuous links to the famous they list
On
the official Woking web site
Such as Adelina de Lara, Concert pianist
The Spice Girls and George Bernard Shaw
Queen Elizabeth I and Lady Hamilton
Paul Weller, Peter Gabriel, Rick Parfitt
Peter Davison, The Jam and Eric Clapton
Sir Alec and Eric
Bedser the Cricketing twins
These
and many more appear for their sins
H.G. Wells is a particular favourite
With several places in town with his name on
But when he wrote “war of the worlds”
He had the Martian land on Horsell common
Because sadly while in the town he hated it so
He made sure that Woking was the first place to go
I just had a vegan pastie,
Which
wasn’t bad at all,
It
wasn’t Cornish though,
It
was made in Quornwall
When we were back
In
smoggy Bermondsey
And
all the money was spent
We
looked back fondly
On
our September holiday
Picking
hops in Kent