Love on the rocks takes the skin off your knees.

The heat of the day
Can sear toes through your sandals.
no wind blows away
any remnants of sand
till a tourist strolls by
with a hot screaming child
don’t they wish that the day
was a little more mild.


With sunburnt red shoulders
the women walk proudly.
and it matters no jot
that the days a bit cloudy.
The sun has the girth
of a giant hot star
you’ll regret your nice sunburn
with the straps of your bra.

But hey! It’s a fortnight
away from the grind.
and you never quite know
of the romance you find.
he has got a nice smile
and a bod ‘off the map’
it’s a bloody disaster 
he gave you the clap.