Something Sinful For Basildon
Finally, we drink the toast
Steam condenses from the urns
This is what we love the most
Crumb beneath and crumb above
Crumbling cake and buttered scones
A fine excuse for cupboard love
Let us cast this day in bronze!
Let us etch the dusk in steel
Let us catch each moment's glow
Fossilise its mute appeal
Then we'll pack our things and go
Contributors: | P, TG, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 3rd September 2003. |