‌Today Sandy has had it

He says:

It’s fine when it’s grey Or when it isn’t Saturday

Or if there’s nothing on telly. Or only lime jelly

Or a jar of anchovies For tea.

Or just about anything.

But…

The imminent prospect Of a trip to Camber Makes me sweat buckets

And run cold as cucumber. So when they say we Should get ready

And wear my swimmies Under my denim dungees I knew I was for it.

Us in the Austin

My sister stays home Just Dad and Mum Some sarnies and buns.

They say:

We are dead early So we park for free Not far from the sea

Where we both can see Sandy step forth

And venture south Toward the rough Grass you see

That in Camber precedes The sand dunes

And Sandy’s doom.

December 12, 2023