The Road to Lowestoft

It’s Star Wars Day, the 4th of May

And we start with an opening crawl 

To the shore we chase across time and space

With the force behind us and all

We’re ahead of the throng at Aldeburgh prom

Where the forces gather to celebrate 

We ride pell mell to Maggi Hambling’s shell

Rough seas cause the Venus to hesitate 

By Leiston there, an old place of prayer 

Which Abbey Road goes right past

Because I Carry That Weight, Something’s not great

Till Here Comes the Sun at last

At Walberswick in a move that’s slick

We nab an early table

In the warm and dry two squalls pass by

And we leave when we are able

It goes desperately cold as we cross to Southwold

A bleak pier at the end of the drag

In Lowestoft Pavilion there’s a Star Wars convention

Where we bump into another old lag.

Sheringham