Poem: Brighton Rocks On.
Brighton.
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As a six year old child
Down in sunny old Brighton
She found all the fun
Of a story by Blyton.
She ran on the beach
With a playmate called Babs
And caught herself quite a big
Bucket of crabs.
.
As a drunken teenager
In sunny old Brighton
The way she behaved there
Was really not right-on.
She lay on the beach
Smoking hundreds of tabs
And quickly contracted
A bad case of crabs.
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