Once through the car park all myths end Vinyl dragons gone all gums Drone bored tape loops behind bars
Kids whack each other with blow -up swords All want to be rightful kings On this island Of tooth-rot sweets. key fobs , pencils
Around the square tables The plastic grail leaks tacky residue Historys dustbin overflows We fight a losing battle with wasps
Coach loads bear us away We were born at the wrong end of time Here lies England The sword well and truly sunk
As one who was brought up and fascinated by the legends of King Arthur, I met with a hideous revelation on taking a party of children from a local youth and community centre on a visit to a theme park...!