Thank you, Mr Betjemen
A simple man (of human unpretentiousness) -
who wore his trousers out his welly leg
and belted with a tie
and fastened by string a button-hungry raincoat,
looked out off the Cornish shore
darkened of door by row upon row of invading tourist caravans
parading, as mercenaries await the cry to charge -
and remarked, relieved, 'They can't build on the sea.'
A simple man (of human unpretentiousness) -
who wore his trousers out his welly leg
and belted with a tie
and fastened by string a button-hungry raincoat,
looked out off the Cornish shore
darkened of door by row upon row of invading tourist caravans
parading, as mercenaries await the cry to charge -
and remarked, relieved, 'They can't build on the sea.'