Costa-Lotta
Sunbeds a hundred Euros,
Ice cream cones just ninety-nine Euros,
Deck chairs a snip at fifty Euros,
Stick of rock only eight Euros,
When I were a lad the whole was thrupence.
By Christopher Tye
ha ha and I bet balloons were fast fighters? nicely penned thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha ha so very true Christopher, just like the new spanish resort Costa fortune. Annette