I’m sat here at my writing desk
attempting something Betjemesque:
 
          “On Runton Road
          majestic stands
          the Cliftonville Hotel,
          overlooking Cromer sands …”
 
but then my inspiration ends.
 
          “It’s just a short walk
          from the pier
          where, twice a day
          throughout the year …”
 
whereupon will disappear
another promising idea.
 
          “The parish Church
          of Cromer town,
          Saints Peter and St.Paul …”
 
Oh Goodness me, it’s plain to see
this isn’t Betjemesque at all.
 
     I clearly cannot emulate
     my favourite Poet Laureate.
     No doubt about it I suppose
     the end-of-pier Pavilion shows
     cannot compete with Cornish skies
     when seen through Betjemanic eyes
 
     It’s pure futility to boast
     that I can praise the Norfolk coast
     or laud the Cliftonville Hotel
     the way that JB did so well
     the Cornish slate and sea-lashed rocks
     the golf links round St.Enodoc’s