potter’s bus

 potter’s bus

potter’s bus

hit the seats and you’ll get the dust

of rode men from the rattling colliery 

but now bouncing us sunday school kids

up the hills and down the tales

of the beach soon to be sea soon

the fairground at barry island

there in the sparkle of sparkle of sea 

the sea everyone shouts at once

then it’s gone then it’s back

and closer the excitement grows

on a pocketful of silvery lode

figure eight out the water shoot home

the house of horrors electric dodgems

candy floss and toffee apple lips all

stuck in the gyration of expectation 

until   at last      at last  we must   we must 

runs all the way back to the bus and

bouncing the coal dust home we

learned that abnormality is the new word

on a summer that must be returned

and returned   and returned 

and returned