Hang on … that’s 12 square feet!
AN ODE
What would you do in an eight foot square?
Wear top hat and tails? – trés debonair
Or wobble about and get bad mal de mer?
Or perhaps cut your hair in a large barber’s chair?
There might be the sight of a huge grizzly bear
Or a model in gold of a sharp prickly pear
There’s walking through fire and loads to ensnare
Minds young and old, a breath of fresh air.
All are invited from the flash millionaire
To the humble but cuddly, cute teddy bear
I’m going, complete with my old rocking chair
I’ll even remember to comb my sole hair!
Today’s the day! … on the Stade in Hastings, right outside the Jerwood Gallery during the afternoon. I’ll look out for you … if I can find my glasses.
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