That girl from Seahouses

There once was a girl from Seahouses
who wore the latest trended polyester blouses
that she bought in the town from warehouses
Why she even wore one covered in mini mouses 

Now Seahouses was right by the sea where she wandered the beach wild and free
where fishing boats were moored on the quay
Two of which were her Father’s actually

Well at nineteen years of age she got wed when her home moved to a little farmstead
but it diversified to a holiday park instead
where her spouse and her earned their daily bread

Nowadays she sits on her chair
There is an infectious disease out there
So humanity is in a state of self aware
as they all wait on a wing and a prayer

I bet you already guessed that girl is me sat conjuring this poem thoughtfully
Lost in my own little bubble happily
Stretching my imagination’s capability

So I write as I wait and I wonder
there is nothing else to do but to ponder
Mind you I can go for a ramble over yonder
coz I have each tick tock of the clock just to squander