A DAY AT THE BEACH IN WALES

    I REALISE NOW , AS I SIT ON THE BEACH
           WITH MY CLING FILMED PACKED LUNCH
           WHY THEY ARE CALLED SANDWICHES
           MY MOLARS CHOMPING ON CHEESE AND TOMATO
           SPRINKLED GENEROUSLY WITH CRUSHED GLASS
           AND A LIBERAL AMOUNT OF SALAD CREAM

           I STARE ONE EYE SQUINTING AT THE SUN
           AT A FEMALE FORM WITH SHADOWY RESEMBLANCE
           TO THAT OF LONG JOHN SILVER OR BARTY DDU
           WITH A WOODEN LEG AND FEARFUL EYE PATCH
           BUT NO, ON SECOND GLANCE I'M WRONG, SO WRONG
           SHE HAS ONE TROUSER LEG ROLLED UP AND BROKEN SHADES

           TO MY LEFT TWO CHILDREN ATTEMPT TO BURY
           THEIR ALMOST DEAD FATHER AND HIS RACING POST
           WITH THE BACK PAGE LEADING HEADLINE
           " SHEER GAR HAS A GHOST OF A CHANCE OF WINNING "
           THE 2.30 AT EPSOM PARK TO-DAY
           AS MOTHER SMIRKS AT FIFTY SHADES OF GREY

           GRANDAD'S BRACES CHAFE AT HIS STRING VEST
           BUT THINKS HE SUFFERED WORSE ATROCITIES IN BURMAH
           MAM GU FUSSING OVER HER FIRST OUTING FIFTIES DRESS
           THAT SMELLS OF DAMP, MOTHBALLS AND ROSEWATER
           FILLED WITH PRIDE THAT SHE PLUCKED UP COURAGE
           TO JOIN THE SILVER SURFERS IN PORTHCAWL OAP CENTRE