WHITBY

I’m off on a day trip to Whitby,
It’s a place I’ve not bin to for years.
Wi me bucket and spade, glasses and hearing aid,
Twenty fags and two bottles of beer.
For me dinner, I’ll have seaside special,
Fish and chips, mushy peas, tea and bread.
I can say wi aplomb, it won’t cost me a bomb,
Cos I’ve reckoned it up in me head.
If it’s warm I shall go for a paddle,
Cos I’ve not weshed me feet since last year.
It’s about time I did and I’ll bet thee five quid,
That the crabs and the fish will disappear!
Now it’s well known that Whitby is famous,
For a vampire, name of Count Drac!
If you meet him by eck keep a guard on thi neck,
Or tha’ll not be on bus coming back.
There was also a famous seafarer,
That lived here in Whitby of old.
Captain Cook was his name, exploring his game,
He discovered Australia I’m told.
Now that’s all I know about Whitby,
I’d tell you some more if I could.
So if you come here sometime,
Take note of this rhyme,
And bring wi thee some spare pints of BLOOD!

By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003

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