A mecca of bygone days
With many quaint shops
And a maze of alley ways
All tempting you to stop
A stroll on the pier
A ride on the rollercoaster
Or stop and enjoy a beer
The pier is your oyster
A pavilion of such elegance
It captures your heart
While you look for the elephants
A place once seen you never want to part
Sadly, a stony beach, no sand
But one can’t have everything
And the rest is grand
Going to Brighton can make you dance and sing.