Skegness For Your Holiday - Prose.

I penned this one some year ago. Hope you enjoy it.

SKEGNESS FOR YOUR HOLIDAY.

The sun beats down, creates a glare,

People milling everywhere,

Summer is here in all it's glory,

This is the real Skegness story.

East Midlands, that is where we are,

Accessible by train, bus, coach and car,

Just bring your cash and your appetite,

Just for a day-trip or you can stay the night.

Agriculture it does surround,

This somewhat garish, seaside town,

The land is flat, except the wolds,

Where hills and glorious sights unfold.

But for us folk upon the coast,

To the tourist we raise a toast,

So keep putting that money away,

For your two weeks of holiday.

You see it really should be said,

That tourism is our daily bread,

Without it we would not survive,

Skegness would not stay alive.

Resist the sun of France and Spain,

Florida, it has more rain,

West Indies can't be reached by train,

So come to Skegness,

Use you brain.

COPYRIGHT: STEVE O'DARE 2006