The Witness of the Bridge
Who sees it all,
‘midst teeming life
In urban sprawl
Whose exodus
Onto the beach,
Links town and sea
In easy reach
Of sun-baked days
And skin that peels,
Cockles and mussels
With jellied eels
Those tourist haunts
Karaoke, rappers…
And candy floss
‘In’ bars with slappers!
Pier ‘amusements’
Fish and chips,
Fortune-tellers
And Pick ‘n Mix
And who sees it all?
Without a shred of doubt…
Why, the Witness of the Bridge
For the jury’s ‘out!’
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