I could not pass much water, I fell in

I’d like to wear a hat to shield my eyes
In Blackpool how I longed for a pork pie
There were toilets every hundred yards
I could not pass much water, people stared

The beach was covered infinitely well
By people  drinking tea  as hot as hell
Stalls sold boiling water in white jugs
You  used your own  fresh tea, your own tea mug

There was no shade, no tree , no grass, no flower
We lay and burned  like heretics in fires
We say we are not terrorists .we’re kind
Tell that to the charred remains  refined

Go to Blackpool if you  feel the need
Buy a  pie for me and I won’t read

About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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