'Dover... almost elegant' it is!
My mother used to holiday in Dover as a child, I've always loved the name because told about it in Mum's fond remembering voice, presumably. This is my poem to Dover (for Mum).
My mother saw the sea from Croydon there
The seaside always sounded exotic
Like the circus
I have never been
I have always meant to go
One day, when I do go
I plan to see
The White Cliffs