Costa-Lotta Poem by Christopher Tye

Costa-Lotta



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

Sunday, April 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous,reminiscences
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Annette Aitken 18 April 2017

Ha ha so very true Christopher, just like the new spanish resort Costa fortune. Annette

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Tom Allport 16 April 2017

ha ha and I bet balloons were fast fighters? nicely penned thoughts.

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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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