Stood, stomach out, watching the waves hit the rocks
Proudly wearing my sandals and socks
Courageously stood there, brazen and bold
Won’t have a paddle though - too flipping cold
There’s not many of us left, we’re the salt of the earth
Shall wear my Knotted hanky, for all it’s worth
It’s an art you know, a knot in each corner
I’m a deckchair man, not, a boogie boarder!
No day by the sea, is complete without chips
Whilst my stomach causes, a partial eclipse
My wife gets annoyed, if I block out her sun ☀️
‘Get rid of that stomach!!’ ‘Go for a run!‘
I might take a stroll along the prom,
have a couple of pints, whilst I’m gone
Maybe watch footie, on the wide screen T.V.
Yep, a day by the seaside is definitely for me.