Beach Candy Poem by Chris Goss

Pebbles rolling back and forth
In the sea lapping the land froth
Parts of shells bleached white
So they no longer smell
The candy whisps they sell
The donkeys walking playing their bell
Perhaps there might be a wishing well
The fish and chips that go down so well
Or even a pirate ship with a bandit cell
All the young girls and boys feeling well
The ice-cream parlours that sell so well
The seagulls squawking there yell
Postcards sent home of news to tell
From the overall sense of well being