Cogitations - Ipswich

There’s a mackerel sky when we leave
With the remains of last night’s Chinese
Den’s nose is still bleeding
But the heat is receding
And we’re into a cool early breeze

We get to Harwich by 9:00
And I remember that old local line
Harwich for the continent
Frinton for the incontinent
I hope it’s not some kind of sign

We breakfast on Ha’penny Pier
Fine coffee and bagels served here
We decide to digress
To a house in Wrabness
Grayson Perry’s weird idea

After coffee and cake we make hay
Constant refuelling on the way
The Singapore Rice
Is gone in a trice
An odd thing to have at Midday

By now we’re in scorching heat
As we roll up David’s street
Sure to be hearty
With 5 in the party
For now I just need some sleep.