The beach was filled with people

From all walks of life

Congregating in phenomenal numbers

On a patch of sand the size of a handkerchief

Children ecstatic, content for hours

Whatever you wish to see, you'll find it on the beach

The suicidal waterside, windsurfer

Sporty types, persevering with their shuttlecocks

Vain bathing beauties baring almost all

In the hope of them turning chocolate Brown

Welsh, Scottish, Irish accents call

Their beloved over for a picnic tea

Grin and bear the sand in your sandwiches

What better way is there to spend a Summer afternoon?