Filey Butlins 1960 something
The shed smells of shit
Its not a shed its a chalet
Its boxed happiness
Its freedom
From desolation
Its a summery
Destination
With a swimming pool
Full of polio
Cold shivering
skinny kid
Its the place
We leap
Like national sheep
Laughing in unison
Drunken fornication
Shimmering castigation
We were all happy
Happy happy happy
To crowd together
Whatever the weather
Cause it was meant
As social sophistication
For a working mans
Nation
Yer dads having a pint
You can have a coke
Mums having a cuppa
While she has a smoke
Parades and dances
Holiday romances
Tom fools prances
Late to bed
After those in red
With painted smiles
Said welcome
And handed us
a badge from hell
What else to say
I couldn’t sleep
The bed was different
And I didn’t
like the smell.
