Today we hardly got out of the car
Driving through Poole, through Sandbanks and Bournemouth
Then ever eastwards, motoring as far
As Lymington and Milford, a mere breath
Of sea breeze from those white cliffs out of reach
But as I see the Needles with lighthouse
I get needled and wheedled; that will teach
Me to drive so far. Quiet as a mouse
I took the ear-bashing, and just like Faust
Made a pact with the devil: the outdoor
Pool is tomorrow’s treat… I’ll catch my death
Of cold to keep li’l un happy. Showers
May fall on our heads as we splash, but our
Girl’s ambition will be met, sure enough!
Mon 11 Aug 2008
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