Hello again everyone!
I think I mentioned that the idea of a “Poets’ Corner” was born out of my finding and reading some amusing poetry to a group of elderly ladies that my husband and I would normally transport every other Monday to their Tea Club in the Lions Club minibus. When we went into lockdown, I vowed to phone these ladies each Monday to have a chat a read them some poems. The one below is one of my favourites.
BRIGHTON NUDIST BEACH
They’re pouring into Brighton
From everywhere I hear
It isn’t for the candy floss
It isn’t for the pier.
They’ve brought their buckets and their spades
They’ve brought their flasks of tea
But they haven’t brought their bathers ‘cos
They’re into NUDITY!!
CHORUS
Mum’s all bare, Dad’s all bare
The kids are starkers too
Grandad thought he’d have a crafty streak
I didn’t think that he had got the barefaced cheek!
My old girl
Didn’t she look a peach
Wobblin’ down to the water
On Brighton Nudist Beach!
The Vicar doesn’t like it
Teacher is upset
Yours disgusted Tunbridge Wells
Has not recovered yet!
The beach has been more crowded since
I don’t remember when
And I hear the price of telescopes
Is going up again!
Johnny went out shrimping
With his little net
Up and down the water’s edge
He hadn’t caught one yet.
He pushed his net into the sea
His Dad went pale and limp
Johnny said “I’m sorry Dad
I thought it was a shrimp!”
So come on down to Brighton
Come and have a bash
Just down the road from London Town
You’ll be there in a flash.
Swim in the altogether with
The old folk and the nippers
You can stay here for a week
Or just be a day Stripper!
Author anon (sorry!)