Sea Food, Do You Want Any Whelks Today?
1. On the one side there is London, with its never ending sprawl Just over the horizon there, the North Downs rise and fall Silver birch and weeping willow, orchards full of fruit in June And the whelk-man with his barrow on a Sunday afternoon There are gypsies on the meadow now, and horses on the green And the biggest pile of broken cars that you have ever seen And some folk came from farming…