Sticky toffee apples, ‘Kiss me quick’, <br />tame donkey’s on the beach, <br />sand in hair, the seaweeds song, <br />and parsons try to preach. <br />As gulls fly in to steal your chips, <br />the candy floss is bobbing, <br />hot dogs ooze their mustard sauce, <br />and trams so full, arn’t stopping. <br />The funfair rides go round and round, <br />a pound a go seems cheap, <br />if you throw three darts at the bull’s-eye board, <br />the prize is yours to keep. <br />With sandwiches that are full of grit, <br />and castles made of sand, <br />fat ladies dance a jig of joy, <br />and conduct the oompah band. <br />As toddler’s paddle with their mums, <br />they don’t go in to deep, <br />and Granddad’s hanky on his head, <br />is enough to make you weep. <br />The famous lights shine through the night, <br />and illuminate the tower, <br />the pubs are open all the time, <br />so the luke warm beer tastes sour. <br />The cheap and cheerful hotel grub, <br />has ‘full English’ on the menu, <br />and the Labour parties conference team, <br />choose Blackpool as their venue. <br />Ice cream cornets, fish and chips, <br />and crazy golf to boot, <br />posh dancers on the ballroom floor, <br />drink champagne in a flute. <br />The fortune teller reads your mind, <br />and tells you you’ll be rich, <br />then you try to choose a suntan cream, <br />but you really don’t know which. <br />At the end of the day, Exhaustion, <br />and everything comes to a stop, <br />it’s just as well it’s ended now, <br />as everybody’s fit to drop. <br />The sights and sounds of Blackpool, <br />are a super sensory maze, <br />but nothing beats this crazy town, <br />on hazy summer days.<br /><br />Bernard Franklin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blackpool-2/
