There will just be a wait
The first words she uttered
Just like Loudon’s grand-daughter
When hat, that’s what she muttered
And the Birmingham accents
Are already wingeing, in the way
That only they can, and do
Portents of black country grey
Later summer in the Scillies
Sun, sand, sea and sea
Late autumn with the hillbillies
Scornful of those living simply to be
Yesterday the wedding party
Today the hangover service
All the cakes are taken
Except a muffin to purchase
