Seaside Missing Persons

At the seaside you can now finally relax,
Feels so good to escape the stuffy city.
But slowly circling in the air above you,
Is a greedy eating machine without pity.

Like those pesky buzzards in the desert,
They will spot anything breaking cover.
Swooping viciously down on their target,
A shock from which none ever do recover.

Once one swallowed a small boy whole,
So the sunny seaside horror tale goes.
And a bigger one once ate a sunbather,
On the sandy beach while having a doze.

Whilst another consumed a deckchair,
Clearly the most dumbest of them all.
And he was in a sticky predicament,
When he had to answer nature's call.

They carry off amusement dodgem cars,
Their drivers mere sardines in a can.
And still one came back for seconds,
Gobbling up the pink candy-floss man.

Travelling tourists have gone missing,
Whole families have simply disappeared.
One minute there the next they're gone,
By a high screeching sound most feared

So be warned when visiting the seaside,
Of the hunger circling in azure skies.
Or you will become their next victim,
By the seagulls of gluttonous surprise.

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𝕿'𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖌𝖔,
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖔.
𝕬 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇 𝖎𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓,
𝕬 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖒 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.

𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊,
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊.
𝕬 𝖜𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖚𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖑𝖉,
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔'𝖑𝖑 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖚𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉.

𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞,
𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝕭𝖗𝖞𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖞.
𝕴𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖞𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊'𝖉 𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉,
𝕿𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉.

𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖉,
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖉.
𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖟𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖔,
𝕭𝖗𝖞𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖜.

𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖔𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖙, 𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖊𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊,
𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖋𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊.
𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖙 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊,
𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓𝖊'𝖘 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖍 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊.

𝕾𝖔 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍,
𝕾𝖊𝖊𝖐 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕭𝖗𝖞𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍.
𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙,
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕭𝖗𝖞𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙.

𝕷𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘,
𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘.
𝕾𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖉𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘,
𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘.

𝕾𝖔 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖍 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊,
𝕺𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖑.
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖇 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖊,
𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖍.

𝕾𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖆 𝖙𝖔𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔,
𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖜.
𝕷𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘,
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌.

𝕾𝖔𝖆𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝕭𝖗𝖞𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉,
𝕿𝖔 𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕻𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍.
𝖂𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖚𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑,
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍.

𝕺𝖍! 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖆𝖘 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖗...
𝕿'𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖌𝖔,
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖗𝖞𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜,
𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖋,
𝕭𝖗𝖞𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓... 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕺𝖋 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖍!

*
T'was many many full moons ago,
Whence cleanliness was sadly so so.
A hero emerged with a superb invention,
A legend growing against germ prevention.

Fighting against germs and dirt with ease,
With soap his weapon he aimed to please.
A wizard unlike the wicked witches of old,
The one who'll keep us pristinely unsoiled.

In a cleansed land not very far away,
Lived Bryan the soap wizard all do say.
In his hygienic hand he'd flick his wand,
To fashion soap that was simply beyond.

His potions bubbled as his cauldron steamed,
Creating soap that shimmered and gleamed.
For all dirty denizens hands and faces too,
Bryan's aimable soap was the perfect brew.

With coconut, lavender, mint and tea tree,
His satisfying soap was gentle as can be.
For it purged away the dirt and grime,
Leaving one's skin feeling oh so fine.

So if you ever need a magical touch,
Seek out Bryan the soap wizard as such.
For cleansed hands and a happy heart,
With Bryan's soap you'll never be apart.

Let's give thanks to soap in our hands,
For keeping us unsullied in all lands.
Simply add water and behold the bubbles,
Made to relieve a mortals tiresome troubles.

So next time you wash recall the tale,
Of the soap hero who will never fail.
With just a little scrub and a rinse,
You'll be protected for it's a cinch.

So let's raise a toast to our soap hero,
For keeping us safe both high and low.
Let's give thanks for the power it brings,
And wash those hands it's a good thing.

Soap wizard Bryan is happily married,
To affable Pauline a worthy white witch.
Whose cauldron bubbles with good will,
With magical potions crafted to enrich.

Oh! And by the way as I said earlier...
T'was many many full moons ago,
And Bryan's true age no mortal will know,
For behold his great secret to raise the roof,
Bryan's soaps contain... The Fountain Of Youth!