This caravan park in Dorset’s not too good
It’s full of sunburned chavs with pierced ears
Descendants of pirates, they chill the blood
As they splodge in their chairs with chips and beers
Their spawn race round on bikes, teens smoke with peers
The swimming pools look okay when empty
But when they’re full of violent boys, my fear’s
That it won’t be safe. Might sail to Jersey
When weather picks up, Sunday or Monday
Tomorrow’s forecast? It looks like a flood
Tutankhamun’s in Dorchester, I hear
We could pop over for a chat and tea
Let’s tramp to Hardy’s cottage in the mud
Hoping this cloudy dampness disappears
Fri 8 Aug 2008
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