English seaside, is England’s breeze side
Sunshine ice cream big beach , views wide.
Kite flys, (sometimes)
Spades and buckets, gobstoppers suck it
Harbour wall, seagulls call
Fish and chips, grandma sits
kids run about scream and shout
Wrapped in shawl, cod for all.
1960s digging holes , in the sand don’t feel cold
Great big waves, great big Dave
Boiled egg lunch not my fave,
Sandy blankets, homeward bound is all the rage
Seas still cold, but some are bold
Now waist deep will make you screech
In the distance great big ship.
Aunts will always take dip.
See the dogs race down the sand
Jump for joy balls thrown from hand
Exhausted now they’re all in bed
With seaside dreams inside their heads
30/05/2021. 22:35-22:51
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