Open top cars and ice cream mars bars with Ma and with pa you wonder, by sand that’s still cold ‘it’s summer’ you’re told, I’ll catch a big cold and you ponder.
The mist makes landfall, so you gather your shawl, then you give it rock all, you feel free! . But you look, with a tear, at the cafe so near, you could do with a warm pot of tea.
As the kids run around, you can just hear the sound of a child crying coz hes lost mum. It’s a Bugger you think, as you sit down to you drink, why can’t parents just stop being dumb?
It’s the warmest day now, so you wonder just how you got into this shit Sunday walk. As you watch girls and men holding hands just see when, if there’s a moment they actually talk!
My Earl Grey has gone, I must be moving on to the roads filled with young and with old. But riding a bike through this traffic is like ‘here’s a death wish’, or so I’ve been told.