Clacton Calling

 

 

Sur le Plage, de l’Or

 

Under

the beach

Hidden

Gold

Norman's Bay Starfish

 

 

O’er them  dunes,

Cap’n Mudd!’

 

Says Mrs Hands.

 

…just go left at the war mines,

 right at the shipwreck,

and,

Bob’s yer Uncle

It’s just there

opposite Aldi.’

Put on, or should it be, donned

John’s bonce on the hob.

Brain versus brawn

is a no-brainer.

 

Meanwhile…

after a lean while

Herod buys bonking time,

hides it in his Wish Urn

 

The sheer, brazen

Barbaric

Sauce of the fellow!

 

‘Chopsy prophet.

Salome’s mum

was a right one

too…’

 

 

Folkestone Ferry

grounded

On Golden Beach.

Lemmings swarm

 

Ferreting about.

Dredgers look on.

Dormant

In easy, idle, calm.

 

 

Just waiting

for the

Ebb to Flow

Uphill