That's good value for money....!

Ha, a wonderful English seaside holiday.....

Ice cream, fish and chips, (fresh..) fairground rides, candy floss...an English seaside holiday.

People, lots of people....noise, lots of noise....at an English seaside holiday.

The low loud generator grumble competes with screams, laughter of course.. High they go, skywards on their chairs n chains..at an English seaside holiday.

Ferries meander on there way, fishermen cast their rods...I've never seen a fish on the end of their lines and the 2p machines, oh yes, the 2p machines at an English seaside holiday.

We feed them, eager for the prize of a sweaty grubby handful of more 2p's..the occasional candy that makes you feel so dandy.
Maybe a plastic frog or maybe a plastic dog to keep you feeding the 2p machines..at an English seaside holiday.

Children skilfully craft their gambling addiction..
Fervent eyes scan the mouths of the 2p machines, ice cream sticky hands push past to steal your spoils and the tattoos...everywhere. Some fresh, young, colourful and some old, faded to grey and smudged into freckled saggy bingo wing skin at an English seaside holiday.

Blue mascara, black leggings, gold hoop earrings. Slim navels, muffin top navels, in between navels.
Halter tops, vest tops, England tops, burka tops, bare tops at an English seaside holiday.

Oh how I love the 2p machines. I haven't crafted a poem for thirty years but is there a better time to start......

than on an English seaside holiday...

Night everyone....