Dry Chameleon
On a street in Bristol
I met a woman
With a dry chameleon
In her pocket
It had not rained that day
Taken Away by Carl
In Exeter I met a man named Carl
He removed the flowers
From my summer fields
And the clouds
From the warm skies
I was left destitute at the railway station
With no-one to care for me
Dartmouth Ferry
I have travelled on the ferry
For forty-three years
One day I will step ashore
Reculver Towers
On the beach at Paignton
My wife told me the story
Of the Reculver Towers
Which could be seen
Just to the left of the pier
On clear days
Kingswear Souvenir
On the occasion
Of the Queen Mothers ninetieth birthday
I purchased a mug
Celebrating her hundredth year
Devon Soil
As an experiment
My grandfather dyed
The county soil red
Whilst this was a success
It proved to be an unsuccessful venture
Eclipse
On the 11th of August 1999
A total eclipse of the sun
Was witnessed by thousands
In the West Country
My cactus died that day
The Tetbury Baker
A Tetbury baker
Once baked
Four hundred loaves
And ate them in one sitting
He is buried in the local churchyard
Without comment