The young man recites Larkin - from memory
These words, the first I hear
Far from Lincolnshire; where my sky meets my fear
Far from sunshine Southwold's friendly B&B
These words, the first I hear
Where the ex naval officer's wife runs straight and clear
Thus traditions are built, prolonged, initiated
Slight use of the tools of fear
Breakfast will be served 8:30 to 9:00 prompt, no beer
Neither a chance for the pose of half understanding
Slight use of the tools of fear
We were meant to have arrived by three, that was the steer
The landlady asks if I am always so unreliable
I was supposed to phone when we got near
No need to worry I say smiling without a hint of dear
Next day she laughs as she tells us of last nights rape
I was supposed to phone when we saw the sea so near
As for Larkin, well, he will not be the last King Lear
