Here's another offering to Poet's Corner from a local lady. 

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"An Ode to Sylvester and our British Summer."

Shall I compare thee to a summers day, Sylvester,

Standing there in your wellies and yellow sou’wester.

Your skin is deep purple when it ought to be tanned,

This holiday’s not turned out quite as I’d planned.

I dreamed on the beach we would sunbathe all day

Not float in a tent around Southerndown Bay.

I’d fantasised nights in your arms held so tightly

Not shivering here in my winceyette nightie...

I thought your demeanour would be raw, wild and sexy

But you turned out to be a boring old Betsy.

Sylvester, to a summer's day I’ll compare thee yet,

Miserable, cold, windy and wet.

  by Anna Brown, Regent Street.

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