I wrote this poem in defence of Weymouth following criticism of the town as a holiday resort:
Weymouth Town
If life begins to get you down
Take a trip to Weymouth town
Its grand marina, jaunty yachts
Conjure up artistic thoughts
The golden beach of world renown
Hosts ‘Punch’ the everlasting clown
Donkeys, trampolines, rides en masse
An ice-cream parlour that’s world class
Ascend the tower (No beheading)
Its fame now far and wide is spreading
Scenic beauty, a rightful boast
Including the Jurassic Coast
A splendid harbour, fishing trips
With the mackerel, get to grips
Olympic sailing, try the course
Out at sea, view the ‘White Horse’
Mussels, scallops, fresh-caught fish
Whelks and cockles in a dish
Portland lobster, crab and prawns
Dough-cakes, cream with jam on scones
Ancient taverns claiming ghosts
Outside seating, friendly hosts
Real ale, cider, quench your thirst
Eat crab sandwiches till you burst!
The old Town Hall holds evidence clear
That the Civil War was active here
Close by the harbour to enthral
A cannon ball stuck in a wall!
Albert Douglas Gillen
Melbourne Street
Weymouth
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