Oh to be in England.

[Jerrybaldy]

Oh to be in England in the summertime
in a pissing down stinging rain
in an extremity numbing pain.
My sandwich is wet from cucumber
and cumulo nimbus.
The sea so grey
and pitted with hail.
The seagulls so pitiful
as they stroll along the prom
prom, prom.
Factor 30 unsold
on the shelves
beside boxes of west country fudge.
Solariums crammed with
orange aliens.
The bandstand in the park
crowded with folk
keeping their chips dry.
A crab is skating
on my sandcastle's moat.
A fog rolls in obscuring
jelly bellies,
speedo wedgies
and ball adjustments.
My sandwich collapses
over blue fingers.
Punch and Judy are kicking off.
Dad is warm in the pub.

A mile off shore
the sun is shining
on a golden patch of sea.
Hypothermic holidaymakers
stare longingly
beneath sodden knotted hankies.
Oh to be in England
in the summertime.

[Delta40]

How nice. No need even for moisturizer.

[Haunted]

With all that rain, wet t-shirt contests will be a worthy subject, especially for you.

Some really nice alliterations, and vivid images as always.

[Jerrybaldy]

Never mind this old bollocks . Where is the new Haunted posting?

[the facade]

Haha, I really loved this.