Tag Archives: #Fowey

When I was a bowey

When I was a bowey,

I loved to go to Fowey;

listen to David Bowie

and Bowey George.


Then I grew up,

stopped playing with toweys,

discovered gulls, discarded buoys,

and all manner of beach detritus.


Now, I am washed up,

on the shore

but here,

at least for a little bit moor.

A Limerick Revisited

A Limerick Revisited

There was an old lady from Fowey*

Who wished that she’d been born a boy;

Ken as her name;

Playing the rough-tumble game;

But, as Barbie she was purely a toy.

*Fowey in Cornwall is pronounced ’Foy’.