Great poem this is...
And that other great poet laureate, Larkin, was from my neck of the woods. Aparently people think he's a bit cold, harsh, and bitter. Personally, I don't think so. Compared to anyone else from Cov he's like the fucking Duff Man...
( SpankyHanky, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 13:12, 1 reply)

Ha ha ha, yes!
Larkin had a few choice words on Hull too, but I've exceeded my poetry allowance for the week...
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Thu 29 Oct 2009, 13:17, closed)

Someone should put up Sunny Prestatyn...
I'd do it myself, but I'm an incredibly lazy cunt.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 13:32, closed)

Sunny Prestatyn


Come To Sunny Prestatyn
Laughed the girl on the poster,
Kneeling up on the sand
In tautened white satin.
Behind her, a hunk of coast, a
Hotel with palms
Seemed to expand from her thighs and
Spread breast-lifting arms.

She was slapped up one day in March.
A couple of weeks, and her face
Was snaggle-toothed and boss-eyed;
Huge tits and a fissured crotch
Were scored well in, and the space
Between her legs held scrawls
That set her fairly astride
A tuberous cock and balls

Autographed Titch Thomas, while
Someone had used a knife
Or something to stab right through
The moustached lips of her smile.
She was too good for this life.
Very soon, a great transverse tear
Left only a hand and some blue.
Now Fight Cancer is there.
( TheMattInAHat has a particular... odour..., Thu 29 Oct 2009, 14:28, closed)

Cheers...
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( SpankyHanky, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 14:47, closed)

This is ace
*click*, for what it's worth.
( Scrumper, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 9:55, closed)