Just on the turn.




A sunny day full of light and laughter,
a stage well trod,
the fireman's tower still there,
it was a toss up,
I turned down an R.S.C. Victoria sponge,
and went for a big Mac,
the nearest any of us get to the United States.

Photography was bright and laid back,
Falstaff was making a mint,
selling wiggly furry things on a stick,
apparently there was a poet,
who would make you an iambic pie,
from three words shouted out from the crowd.

The whole world is a stage,
soon over the rainbow,
will be blaring out over the welfare queue,
beware of men with small moustaches,
time to listen to the radio 4 play
and talk to a man who is blind.

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