Genie

 For Diane 'Genie' Narraway

Through sweeping sands and golden dunes

Where gods dance underneath the moon

I searched and searched and searched again

Well, i may have stopped at half past ten

For i am seeking, of stories told

that Genies live in lamps of gold

With my metal detector in my hand

I search and search beneath the sand

And so behold, a lamp and power

found beneath that Blackpool tower

But theres no genie, oh!, Oh well

It looks like it needs Duracell .