Blackpool trip We took a trip to Blackpool,

It's not so far away.

Just past the hour you see the Tower,

Along the motorway.

The promenade just seems the same,

All set for the 'luminations.

The frenzied lash of sand and seam

Vents war on these creations.

We travelled for to park the car,

Till hunger pangs came sudden.

We dashed into the nearest caff,

For roast beef and Yorkshire puddin.

We looked around for bargains,

Not many to be found.

We finished up with shoe-shine kits,

Two boxes for a pound.

We tried our luck in the arcades,

But all the slots were fickle.

Looked forward to a cash cascade,

But only got a trickle.

We clambered back inside the car,

As sky's above turned grey.

We left the brash and breezy town,

To return again some day. By S Harrison

Minster Close, Firwood, Bolton

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