Lonely Town

I know a place called Lonely Town

It’s got a pub and a resident clown

It has no lights that go on at night

It just gives up, without a fight

It has no hope, no belief

It can’t forgive, this town of grief

Lonely Town, need to get away

Outstayed my welcome, don’t want to stay

Time to forgive, time to hope

Time to cut this binding rope

I’ll pack my bags, won’t back down

No backward glance, I’ll leave this town

Once, you served me well

Like sadists often do

But now, Lonely Town, I’m moving on

To pastures green and new.

Quote Of The Week

‘Well, the third clown is Google. He’s really funny too. He has a wonderful motor-car and everything goes wrong with it – and in the end it blows up into a hundred different peices! Google has a fine little dog called Squib. You’ll like him. He helps Google with his nonsense!’

Circus Days AgainEnid Blyton  (1942)