I feel, like our cases, I'm ready to pop

With excitement and happiness, don't want it to stop.

A coach ride to the coast: a whole week we will stay,

For bed and breakfast, on our holiday.

We've been travelling and singing for over an hour,

Hope I'll be the first to spot Blackpool Tower.

My mam told me that it'll earn me a penny ...

Oh, no, beaten to it by a spotty kid called Kenny.

We're walking along towards our 'new' house,

An' I've been hushed up as quiet as a mouse.

The Tower's so tall, I'm straining my neck,

Are we nearly there? I'm sick of this trek.

I saw the sand, but not the sea,

It will return, but after tea.

A donkey I saw; I wanted a ride.

'No', was the answer; I stamped and I cried,

And off I went to my 'new' bed.

The salt in the air gave me a sleepy head,

When I awoke, a breakfast I had,

The landlady says I'm a cheerful lad.

The sun, still scorching, high in the sky,

Blisters the sand; it's making me dry.

The beach is so crowded, I can't find a spot,

And the donkeys are walking; it's too hot to trot.

We went on the sand, but that's not all,

In Stanley Park we kicked a ball.

And on the Pleasure Beach we had more fun;

After all of this, our week was done.

So it's back to the coach to take us all home;

I was sorry to go and did nowt but moan. Thomas Francis Porter

Highgate Drive, Little Hulton

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