Salt

Salt

A Poem by JP thinks the WC is aptly named

Smells of fat and salt and vinegar

Wedge of lemon, crispy coating…

The gift shop bristles with bright utensils

And little engineers come flying out

With their consignment of buckets and spades

Rushing towards the sand

To find the perfect spot

For little projects

 

Gulls circle overhead

Fixated

Fascinated

Watching intently

Theirs is the clearest view

But perhaps what holds them is in fact the

Smell of fat and salt and vinegar

© 2013 JP thinks the WC is aptly named


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Interesting read, sounds like the Boardwalk to me...I can smell the salt air from here. Pass me some fries. ;-)

Posted 11 Years Ago



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JP thinks the WC is aptly named
JP thinks the WC is aptly named

A place submerged in alcohol, where one must breathe through straws, United Kingdom



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