A reader’s poem:A Tear For The Pier

Old, bedraggled, rusty and bent
Our West Pier, to the waves she’s sent
A Grade I-listed joke of recent times
Will the council pay for their ridiculous crime?

39 years to solve the mess
And save a townsfolk’s distress
They should have let Eubank live there
Instead, he set fire to someone’s hair

Coroded, eroded, washed-up, covered in seagull poos
Almost a memory thanks to in-house squabbling and egos
Despite its skeletal state, we all loved our rustic old pier
So join me, Brightonians, and salute the old girl with a beer

Dan Tester