Hear the thunder as it roars,
Crashing waves upon the shore.
See the lightning as it strikes
Upon the prom - oh what a fright!
A British summer at the seaside
Makes me want to run and hide.
Deckchairs blowing in the gale
That brings rain, sleet, snow and hail.
The place is deserted. I'm all alone,
Soaking wet and chilled to the bone.
But, just when I think all hope is lost,
Salvation comes with its usual cost.
"Salvation" is the smell of fish and chips.
It
always makes me lick my lips!
I buy a huge bag just for me
And take them home for my tea.
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