Irish writers come to die in Brightlingsea


Well that is not strictly true

As no famous Irish writers or poets

Have died here

I live in this small town

But I am not Irish

And I hate the taste of oysters

This said I consume

Five sandwiches each day

To aid my delicate constitution

Before I swim in the sea

I am the sole keeper of the wooden beach huts

And it is my job to ensure

That these structures are kept in pristine condition

Which is harder than it sounds

As people are so careless

And have little regard for Irish Literature