97 – The Festival Is Coming

Poem number 97
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The Festival Is Coming!
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The Festival is coming!
All the campers will invade
The middle classes slumming
With their hair in careful braids.
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The Festival is coming!
Taking Caversham away
A mile of queues in Waitrose
And in Iceland, sad to say.
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The Festival is coming!
All the pavements choc-a-block
Wristbands, wellies, silly hats
And thigh-high stripy socks.
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The Festival is coming!
We can’t feed the duckies bread
By the river, so we’ll feed some
Up in Emmer Green instead.
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The Festival is coming!
Quash those xenophobic fears
They’ll be gone again on Monday
And it’s only once a year.

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