The sun is always shining
In Weston-Super-Mare;
At least it always has been
Whenever we've been there.
The beach is nice and sandy,
It's long and clean and wide;
The trouble is it's full cars...
Unless there is a tide.
We haven't been there too much
Because it's quite a drive,
We first must go to Taunton,
Then on to the M five.
It takes about an hour,
Depending on our speed;
Then when we're there and parked up
We usually have a feed.
The place is full of sea-gulls
Just as you would expect;
There's nothing that they won't eat,
There's nothing they'll reject.
They dive and swoop like gannets,
(Another big sea-bird)
And once they ate my sandwiches,
The ones with lemon-curd.
The sun is always shining
In Weston-Super-Mare;
The reason is quite simple:
It's summer when we're there!
Written Aug 1994
I lived for several years in Weston S Mare, as you say, great when the sun shines, a fantastic poem which I much enjoyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has the authenticity of knotted hanky head coverings and rolled up tweed pants on stripy deckchairs, the smell of newspaper wrapped fish and chips and polka dot headscarves fluttering in an onshore breeze....I love this.