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Blackpool Illuminations
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https://annperrinpoetry.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/009-blackpoolilluminations.mp3Our parents performed on The North Pier Blackpool with their elaborate Marionette Musical. We stayed in a a holiday summer flat on the front from June to October.
Blackpool Illuminations
How can we sleep, sleep with this din
when all that is out there wants to come in?
The windows ajar so the curtains are free,
ripples of moonlight dance on the sea.
A huge paddle steamer trundles along
with thousands of lights it moves through the throng.
It comes creeping along on the tracks of the tram
cars all start hooting because there’s a jam.
Songs from the old days are blaring out loud
every so often they’re sung by the crowd.
The brightest of colours, red, blue and green
Flick on and off to highlight each scene.
An enormous Mad Hatter is pouring some tea
and pirates trap Lost Boys under a tree.
Witches and wizards are busy with spells
Goblins and fairies are living in wells.
The boat is upon us and dazzles our eyes,
We find ourselves falling like kites in the skies.
On a giant helter-skelter we find ourselves slide
We’re twisting and turning enjoying the ride.
On candyfloss mountains we’ll bounce and we’ll jump
On lollypop twisters we’ll land with a thump.
We’ll spin round and round on pink and white twirls
and sail the dark seas on liquorice swirls.
We’ll stop and have tea that the Mad Hatter makes
run after the knave who steals all the cakes.
We’ll follow the piper who gets rid of the rats
stroke the soft fur of the fairyland cats.
The boat trundles on to the end of the track
it’s lucky for us that it makes its way back.
So we leave magic dragons and fish that can talk
three little pigs who are out for a walk
We pass by our window and take a great leap
tired with excitement we soon fall asleep.
Our sheets made of cotton have mud here and where
to remind us at daybreak we really were there.
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