Out of Season
Grey cloud hangs
Heavy as a damp blanket
Over a closed down seaside
town.
Gulls desert sea-front
In favour of local landfill
site.
Busy little B&B’s
Become flophouses for the
Homeless haunting back
street cafes
And dingy amusement arcades
As they drink next month’s
giro.
Fairground rides lie idle
Maintenance crews Re-weld waltzers
Dismantle doge ‘ems
Repair rusting
rollercoaster
Doubts about safety
After day-tripper decapitated
Whilst standing to read
Please remain seated sign
.Frozen out of the market
Ice-cream parlours, minus
sticks of rock
Kiss-me-Quick hats,
Sickly sweet candyfloss,
Provide shelter for junkies
In their metal shuttered
door-ways
Force ten gales propel
pensioners
Face first into puddles,
Ought to know better than
to brave the promenade
In the middle of winter;
While piercing shrieks from
migrating geese
Signal another end of
season.
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