The crowds all swarm to the seaside,

the trains are full to the brim.

Then some head down on the road,

as taking the new car for a spin.

The parking is quite atrocious here,

it’s much cheaper to get the train.

By the time you get a parking space,

it is time to head home again.

There’s new oil in the fryers today,

potatoes are pealed and ready. 

The queue is right out the chippy,  

but it’s going quick and steady.

The seagulls are waiting expectantly,

as they love a portion of chips.

Swarm down on the unsuspecting,

you have to eat them up quick.

There’s a murmuration of starlings,

it’s another swarm if you like.

Until they settle down on the old pier,

when all head home for the night.

Daily Post – Swarm


Ode to the Seaside

I spread my towel away from folk, I came here in disguise.
Not over keen on being seen with belly fat and thighs.

My company the seagulls, in mass they crowd around.

I’m visiting an empty beach, in a different town.

There was a day I didn’t care, what others thought of me.

Prance around in seaside towns, anyone could see.

I’d wear very little on the pier, with arms raised on the slide.

I really made the most of it and went on every ride.

Ice cream dripping down me and lollies in my hair.

Fish and chips in paper, renting old deckchairs.

Sand in all the crevices, pebbles with a hole.

Lemonade and shandy and watching big waves roll.

Remembering those carefree days of fun upon the shore

I doubt they’ll come again somehow, I won’t see anymore 

But my skin is tanning nicely and that’s enough for me

Even bits I cover up so no one else can see


In celebration of a day of sunshine in the UK