The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 210 Poem by Flying Lemming

Gather round I’ll tell a tale
The saddest tale I’ve told
Will make you weep and sniffle
And your blood will run so cold
About a forsaken journey
Of which I dare not boast
When a few of us set out
On a drive to the coast me boys
On a drive to the coast

The sun was hanging heavy
The clouds were scurrying round
We’d packed up drink and sandwiches
And soon were south east bound
We had our kite and towels
So we could paddle away
But as we hit the road
The sky went a dark grey me pals
The sky went a dark grey

Then the rain came pouring
Drowning out our dreams
Of laying on the beach
And eating cool ice creams
‘it may clear up when we’re there’
Our driver said with hope
But our spirits were so beaten
We didn’t believe that dope me lads
We didn’t believe that dope

But the rain kept on coming
And curses crossed our lips
As we stood in the beach bus shelter
Eating bags of soggy chips
The crazy golf was closed
The view was wet and bleak
So we all got back in the car
We’ll try again next week me boys
We’ll try again next week