Walking along the prom today,
The sea was calm and still,
There wasn't even a sound to be heard,
Apart from the odd noisy gull.
Out to sea a bit of a mist,
Sky and sea the same shade of gray,
Blending into a single shape,
On the horizon, a distance away.
That's when I saw the dome shaped UFO,
It seemed to hover in the air,
But when I looked a bit more closely,
It was only Herne Bay Pier.
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