Weston

The sky it was bright blue The train came when it was due Although they did inform On a different platform

But a man less certain Asked us, “Is this the train for Plymouth?” he’d not seen Info on the other screen

We knew without a doubt That the tide would be out - Though the sea we didn’t reach We walked on the sandy beach

Then to clean off our toes As we couldn’t find a hose Held them under a fountain Cleanliness to regain

Strolled out along the pier The views they were so clear But there was a slight stink It was the donkeys, we think

We had chips for our lunch And an ice cream to munch But the slush puppy’d lost Most of its cold and frost

At the bakery got cake Which helped my day to make Easter biscuits in supply Despite being late July

Somewhere along the way Air hockey we did play To the museum did pop And into the odd shop

Today we had lots of fun At Weston in the sun And though the trip was cheap We made mem’ries to keep