The sun is always shining
In Weston-Super-Mare;
At least it always has been
Whenever we've been there.
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I lived for several years in Weston S Mare, as you say, great when the sun shines, a fantastic poem which I much enjoyed.
This has the authenticity of knotted hanky head coverings and rolled up tweed pants on stripy deckchairs, the smell of newspaper wrapped fish and chips and polka dot headscarves fluttering in an onshore breeze....I love this.