Wild About Worthing

The hell's angels on electric scooters
Race along the promenade to the pier.
Make sure you move at the sound of hooters
Or be mown down by the grannies, we fear.

The stars come out at the Pavillion,
Just like the teeth of those that go see 'em.
The original louts of rebellion,
They'll get you with a stick up the bum.

Watch old boys in white playing with their bowls
Or listen to the tunes at the bandstand.
Making the most of life with sagging cowls
Though most can no longer do a handstand.

Concerns of functions of waste congestion,
It's enough to give us indigestion.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.