I thought I saw.

 
The Beatles on the Pyramid stage,
the river flooded the land,
their will be a sage,
the sea lapped the sand.
 
 
When youth was young,
our curls brushing our shoulders;
the squat, now banned,
the thumb, now banned;
the department for health and social security;
now grievously wounded.
 
An Hockney,
flashed up on the ghostly goldfish bowl,
judgement, get a carriage;
the last fish went to Harwich.
 
Oh to be a freak in a tenement in Maryhill,
the range is lit,
she has her fill.

 
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