Elegy

It is Saturday, so I am not writing in these pages. However, I have not been idle, and I attach below for your perusal the Elegy written for my first Master’s’s exercise.

It took a lot of hard thinking about, I can tell you, and I have got a lot of sympathy now for the bloke who wrote that one about Captain My Captain, it must have been really hard, I can’t think of anything that rhymes with Captain.

In other news, we spent last night having another scrapyard holiday. The van needed some new tyres and so after work last night we went off down to see some more gypsies, these being the ones in Morecambe, and slept outside the gate of the place that sells used truck tyres.

Mark said that he thought I might like to camp on another industrial estate, and laughed.

We got the tyres fitted this morning and came home, collecting some plumbing equipment on the way because Mark is planning to make a hideous mess with the central heating whilst I am in Cambridge for the beginning of my course.  He thinks I don’t know about this but I do.

Below is my very first Elegy. I wonder if Cambridge will like it.

Elegy About The Ocean

“There’s the ocean!” yelled Billy, who’d seen it on telly.

          “Don’t be silly,” said Dad, “it’s the sea.

We’ll go on the pier, and I’ll have a beer, 

          While your Mam has a nice cup of tea.

We’ll have half an hour, then we’ll go up the Tower.

          If the rain stops, there’s plenty to see.”

I wanted the funfair, but Dad had no cash spare

          So we went on the beach, which was free.

We had doughnuts and candy, but the ice creams got sandy

          So Billy gave his one to me.  

Then the day turned out sad, when a donkey kicked Dad

         Tore his trousers and bashed up his knee.

So we went back to Wigan, cos the lump was a biggun,

        And Mam said to call A and E

In time he recovered, but Blackpool was buggered

         Which is what makes this verse Elegy.