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.

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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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