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The Cafe

There The Cafe stood where once it was bare

a new monument in Weston Super Mare.

Why was it not placed in this location before

it would create tourism more.

The Cafe on the promenade not a listed grade

not open for any public trade.

 

Like it had always been part of local tradition

sitting in that strategic position.

Tourists trying hard to get in there for tea

the menu even looked good to me.

Others were desperate for the fancy loo

it was a TV set they hadn't a clue.

 

On the long wide seafront it's no real

though has that old Cafe appeal.

With a feel it's been there since the ark

it's Cyril's the place is a lark.

A hub of comical characters as they interact

the central point of fun in fact.

 

But the series has now been wrapped

evermore will the site be mapped.

Sadly The Cafe will be packed away

knowing it may return one day.

 

I know it will rise again.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Written by
malcolm-terence-gould
English
Published
Sep 14, 2011
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A Cafe built for a TV show yet it felt part of the sea side town. The Foureyed Poet

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