The Waves


Scarborough 


the waves go in the waves go out 
nothing much to write about
The waves go up the waves go down
in this one horse seaside town
south bays common 
north bays posher
on the Yorkshire Coast in Scarborough ,

the waves go in the waves go out 
nothing much to write about
chips and candifloss and rock ,
taxidermy , orange bands ,
handbags like koala bears
sit on castles made of sand

there's a hotel called The Grand
in Scarborough that is quite
enormous and was once
the biggest building made of bricks
in Europe . Hitler was impressed 
had it declared a no-bomb zone
- just perfect for his seaside home

the waves go in the waves go out 
nothing much to write about 

self catering in seedy flats
and B and s with mice and rats
many flavoured fudge in slabs
karaoke and kebabs
cod and haddock , mushy peas ,
gulls - gulls - gulls in colonies
on the beaches , donkeys go
up and down 
at one speed 
Slow
The waves go up the waves go down
in this one horse donkey town

the waves go in - the waves go out 
nothing much to write about
In a bar , the Golden Last ,
families are welcomed warmly
so it says up on the sign
known by locals as The Stabbers “ ,
there was a parrot , now its dead ,
so's the dog that bit its head
off and its owners not been seen
in Scarborough since the Incident .
The landlord had the parrot wired
together from the different parts
and added to his Rangers shrine
The waves go up the waves go down
in this one horse seaside town
the waves go in - the waves go out 
nothing much to write about
once upon a time Anne Brontë
sick and dying of TB ,
coughed up clots of blood and said
 take me to Scarborough - I'll be fine 
three weeks later , she was dead .
Now she'll be eternally
in Scarborough , looking out to sea ,
could be worse but its a shame
she never got to watch the cricket
or go bowling , got to bounce
skywards on a trampoline or chose
a tattoo she would not regret
of a bottle and a rose
The waves go up the waves go down
in this one horse donkey town

the waves go in - the waves go out 
nothing much to write about
There a castle - on a cliff -
it's a hike - I can't be bothered 
maybe one day I will climb
maybe go right up next year
to see the view , another time
who'm I kidding ? I'll sit here
on the quayside watching gulls
squawk and hustle in the slime
the waves go in the waves go out 
nothing much to write about
chips and candifloss and rock
taxidermy , orange bands
handbags made from koala bears
sit on castles made of sand
crumbling like buried skulls

there’s an awful lot of gulls
The waves go up the waves go down
in this one horse seaside town
the waves go in the waves go out 
nothing much to write about 

                         A.G. 21/07/2019








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