Small Scottish seaside towns, <br />Turning inwards to face the hills; <br />As if embarrassed by the unholy <br />Juxtaposition of church, and pub, <br />Have ceased to charm me. <br />I have tired, quickly, <br />Of their bright cuteness. <br />The big church-Sunday hats <br />Marry unhappily with <br />The workless men at the street corner- <br />Uneasy partners in the seaside gavotte. <br />I am reminded, always, <br />When I walk the shore-edge streets, <br />That even the prettiest petticoats <br />Lose their appeal when caked with mud, <br />And hypocrisy.<br /><br />Robert Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/small-scottish-seaside-towns/
