Luton airport, control tower. Picture from Wikipedia.
Little Luton has an airport
Which makes you glad to get away
It's popular for short breaks, elsewhere
But not a place to stay
When England's trains were striking
We were glad to arrive
Our lost luggage was hit by lightning
We were glad to be alive
I put on my reading glasses
And I squinted at the map
If our air fare is cheaper there
I admit we're going back
Luton, Luton, hardly bigger than a crouton
Not so good you grin, not so bad you grieve
You are always glad to get there
But equally glad to leave.
You would not want to die there
Or even to be born
It looks average in sunshine
But really bad in a storm.
The British are cynics
Ironic, and moan
When they are far away
They say want to be home
Don't get me wrong
Although I complain
In a poem or song
I shall go there again.
After I'd parked
It was getting dark
But I found the seats
And a sandwich in Marks.
Avocado in brown bread
Nothing bad can be said
How to change what you think
Have a sandwich and a drink.
-ends-
'Change' or 'reverse'? Reverse is more original. I changed the word change to the word reverse. But change has the right number of syllables. I changed the last line but one back to change.
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