Fire at playland
Two fire engines
In attendance
Great fun

Carnival week
Comprised of the ever popular
Pram race, a resounding success, once again
In spite of adverse weather conditions

Tributes to the late great
Popeye rolled along the
Main strip

An eleven foot Guy Fawkes looms
Over the tarmac
A tractor towed lifeboat leads
The way

An array of competitive twirling troops
Dampen the mood

Fire at playland
Two fire engines
In attendance
Great fun

Apéro chez Yves
Towards place de jacobins I weave
On parle à batons rompus
You envy me, I envy you
Les yeux honnêtes de votre femme
Invite me in to join her clan
Du piano vous tirez la voix de Brahms
I recline, completely charmed
C'est aussi doux que vous, ce muscadet
No finer way to pass a day
Qu'un apéro chez Yves

The man in the mustard shirt
Stares through the crowd
Showering them with
Well measured words
And sardonic smiles

Proped up by his lady in red
I wish he'd let her sing more
If I saw him in the pub
Tightly knit curls
Resting on his pronounced brow

If I saw him in the pub
I'd allow him to purchase
One half of pale ale for me
He can do what he likes
With the other half
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Patrick Lawrence was too late for the H and M super sale
He ended up with a turquoise shirt and sunblushed salmon chino
Combination which doesn't work on myriad levels

He played the bass though
Redeeming himself through the medium of song
He is almost forgiven