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It's a dark and durky November night and the wind and rain are adding to the dull atmosphere, I'd been trying to remember something nice and sunny from summer, when a poem by Frank E Lee of Cork came to mind.
His summer experiences in Blackpool England, cheered me up. To many living in the UK, Blackpool is one of the finest holiday resorts in the world, however Frank would definitely not agree.
Blackpool Blues
Friend, 'ave you ever been to Blackpool?
where the huge Tower reaches for the sky
and the awful smell of grease is so cruel
wafting out and ore every breakfast fry!
Have you ever sauntered down the Golden Mile?
and been blinded by all the gaudy slot machines
where skimpy tops and baggy pants are the style
and there is an endless array of glitzy shebeens.
From the early morning to late at night
drunken hen parties roam littered streets
they eat and drink with all their might
then sleep 'til noon between the sheets!
Every scruffy down at heel hotel has a private bar
With special offers - only one ninty for a beer
While most of the venues don't even rate a star
Yet they take bookings now for the New Year!
Fish an chips, beer an burgers, rock and candy floss
is devoured by every man woman an child as a rule
They eat and drink and puke and play pitch and toss
So my friend - run like hell away from Blackpool!
© Frank E Lee
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