A grand day out

We travels up to Clacton

On the train, the two of us

We likes a bit of style

So we never goes by bus

The fares were quite expensive

It cost us thirty each

Still, you soon forget the money

When your sitting on the beach

At lunchtime we gets peckish

So we ‘as some pie and mash

It’s tasty and it’s filling

And, don’t cost lots of cash

We strolls along the prom

And ‘as our paddle in the sea

My other ‘alf she loves it

But it’s much too cold for me

At six o’clock it’s time to go

But, we stops and ‘as a drink

I ‘ad a pint of bitter

She ‘ad a Port, I think

We walks down to the station

And we climbs aboard the train

We’ve ‘ad a really smashin’ day

Think we might come back again

© John W Fenn 14-05-2009