Canal D'Amour

(to be read whilst drinking a chilled Mythos)

White-moobed men, they roam in packs
In Bermuda shorts with Union Jacks.
Continental beard-chested fellers
Sit beneath their striped umbrellas.

A swelling number of young spunks
Must gad about in lurid trunks.
In a trice, they'll get to stalking
The bronzed lovelies out a-walking
Along the coffee-coloured sands.
The uncouth youths! The foul brigands!

Riding slide boats.
Playing beach sports.
Sun glinting on
Old golden norks
And windswept plastic
Knives and forks.
The Connells on Greek radio:
"'74-'75"

The Bard of Gateshead
Is propped up on his sunbed,
Composing an ode to
The Ionian Sea:
"She's as green as pease pudden",
But the Muse is banished too soon.
It's "Shorts on and cocks oot,
We're gang doon the toon.
It's a  Pukka Pie for you and I
And at least four bottles of Broon."

B.R. 29/08/2012

Canal d'amour at Sidari in Corfu