Walking by the Ropewalk
Looking out to sea
Or tidal estuary
I have to end my angst
Or, as my mother
Might have said
Christopher lad
It will be the death of you
And how will that leave me
So, sat outside the Ropewalk
Which, for now, does not open
On Mondays or Tuesdays
I will have to ask for a leaflet
Or, as my mother
Might have said
Nay lad
You’d better buck your ideas up
If you want to engage in love’s prosperity
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