Miss J Hunter Dunn, Miss J Hunter Dunn
Alas no more found under Aldershot sun
Your like has been gone for many a year
Place taken by loud 'ladettes' drinking beer
Innocent courtship of tennis has passed
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn would I'm sure be aghast
Down roads 'not adopted', woodlanded ways
After dark in the car park, 'dogging's' the rage
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn
The Surrey Heath drug dealer's armed with a gun
Late night in Camberley, oh what a sight
The shock of a violent closing time fight
Miss J Hunter Dunn, Miss J Hunter Dunn
How mad I am, sad I am to see what's become
Once-pastoral Surrey, all gone to seed
Your letters from 'Betjers' by burglars thieved
With speed and grace, you played on the court
On a warm summer's eve, who would have thought
That in verse you'd be immortalised, forever young
A pure 'English Rose', Miss Joan Hunter Dunn
© Barry Alexander 2016 (with gratitude and apologies to Sir John Betjeman)
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Coalescence
PoezjaI am attempting to branch out and free myself from the constraints imposed by the label 'war poet'. I once wrote a poem (sadly lost) which voiced my frustration at my apparent inability to write about anything other than combat and its aftermath. ...
