HOME THOUGHTS FROM A WESTONIAN ABROAD
(Probably somewhere in Lancashire)
There’s a famous seaside town called Weston
That’s noted for mud and its pier,
And so sadly came the news last week
That no one wanted to hear.
It was the worst thing that could have happened
The realisation of everyone’s fear,
When Westonians and tourists alike
Stood together to shed a tear.
The media rushed down in their droves,
With their dishes and mikes so we could hear
How the flames had, so dreadfully, consumed
Weston’s newly re-furbished pier.
Well the media had their circus,
They gave us shots that seemed quite ***……
Of small boys poking about
In the floating charred remains but soon it was clear
They were fishing about in the flotsam
To give it out as a souvenir.
But Weston will brave it through,
Many a plan will be passed next year
To make the pier bigger and better,
To restore what Westonians hold dear.
But planners please take care,
Give us something that’ll make your career
And certainly don’t put a chip shop
As we want no more fireworks at the end of the pier.
So Weston needs love and attention,
It needs style and a chance for you to steer
Innovation and culture its way,
Something to draw crowds from far and near.
Weston has for generations had those who care and want it to succeed,
So push forward and rise like the bird and re-build Weston’s ruddy pride and its pier.
(With thanks to Albert R.I.P.)