THE SAND WAS WET

 

The sand was wet

Very wet indeed

And that was because

The seaweed

ANY DAY AT THE SEASIDE

 On the beach beneath the sun,

You hear the sounds of joy

And excited laughter of play

From every girl and boy

WE WENT TO THE SEASIDE

 

We went to the seaside

And it was so grim

Even the tide was reluctant

To come back in

SUMMER GIRLS

 

Summer girls

Glistening with suntan oils

Clad in bikinis

On yellow sunlit soils

And how the suitor

Athletically toils

To catch their eye

And so, take the spoils

DON’T GO IN THE WATER

I don’t like swimming in the sea

I don’t care what you say it’s not for me

It’s not that I’m scared of sharks or eels

Or that I don’t like how a jelly fish feels

It’s not even because of stone fish stings

Or the flotsam and jetsam the tide brings

You may think my phobia quite absurd

But I can’t be swimming along with a turd 

ICE CREAM PARLOUR # 2

 

I went to the ice cream parlour

And ordered an ice cream sundae

“Hundreds & thousands?” he asked

“No, I’ll just have the one for today”

ICE CREAM PARLOUR # 1

 

I went to the ice cream parlour

At one of our seaside resorts

And I wanted an ice cream

But, well, there were allsorts

“Knickerbocker glory sir?”

The ice cream man’s retorts

“Yes, I do enjoy a certain amount

Of freedom in these shorts”

DAYS DOWN BY THE SEA

 

Days down by the sea 

Far away from amusement arcades

Away from the pier

And noisy shopping parades

Just wide empty beaches

The salt sea breeze in my hair

Whatever the weather

I really don’t care

Long languid days

Spent down by sea 

Just a wet shaggy dog

My lady and me

I LOVE IT AT THE SEASIDE

 

I love it at the seaside out of season

When the bathers are not there

The beaches are no longer sun kissed

The sands are empty and bare

 

I love it at the seaside

On a bright sunny winters day

When you can stroll along

With out people getting in the way

 

You pick your way along the shore

Picking up driftwood and shells

Skim stones across the water

Without soliciting angry yells

 

I love it at the seaside

The deck chairs are all stored away

On the sea front all is quiet

And the car park is free all day

 

I love it at the seaside

The shops are shut and battened down

All the amusement arcades are shut

But not the Rose and Crown

I'VE ALWAYS LOVED IT AT THE SEASIDE

 

I've always loved it at the seaside

But I don’t like dirty postcards

I don’t like kiss me quick hats

Or ice creams on the promenades

 

I don’t like the sand in the picnic

Or the feel of dry salt on my skin

I don’t like the smell of the seaweeds

Or the sound of seagulls screaming

 

I don’t like the amusement arcades

And I don’t like the movement of the tide

I don’t like to sit in the deckchairs

I've always loved it at the seaside

MY BROTHERS SPEND ALL OF THEIR TIME

 

My brothers spend all of their time

Floating out at sea on aquatic toys

They float from dawn until dusk

But I suppose boys will be buoys

THE SAND WAS WET

The sand was wet

Very wet indeed

And that was because

The seaweed

  

ICE CREAM PARLOUR

ICE CREAM PARLOUR # 01

I went to the ice cream parlour
At one of our seaside resorts
And I wanted an ice cream
But, well, there were allsorts
“Knickerbocker glory sir?”
The ice cream mans retorts
“Yes I do enjoy a certain amount
Of freedom in these shorts”

ICE CREAM PARLOUR # 02

I went to the ice cream parlour
And ordered an ice cream sundae
“Hundreds & thousands?” he asked
“No I’ll just have the one for today”

I'VE ALWAYS LOVED IT AT THE SEASIDE

I've always loved it at the seaside
But I don’t like dirty postcards
I don’t like kiss me quick hats
Or ice creams on the promenades

I don’t like the sand in the picnic
Or the feel of dry salt on my skin
I don’t like the smell of the seaweeds
Or the sound of seagulls screaming

I don’t like the amusement arcades
And I don’t like the movement of the tide
I don’t like to sit in the deckchairs
I've always loved it at the seaside

I LOVE IT AT THE SEASIDE

I love it at the seaside out of season
When the bathers are not there
The beaches are no longer sun kissed
The sands are empty and bare

I love it at the seaside
On a bright sunny winters day
When you can stroll along
With out people getting in the way

You pick your way along the shore
Picking up driftwood and shells
Skim stones across the water
Without soliciting angry yells

I love it at the seaside
The deck chairs are all stored away
On the sea front all is quiet
And the car park is free all day

I love it at the seaside
The shops are shut and battened down
All the amusement arcades are shut
But not the Rose and Crown