On the Beach

I found a bag of vintage cravats on the beach.
The rayon number was my fave ~ paisley on navy blue.
How did that bag get there?
Well, I was buggered if I knew.

Perhaps it belonged to a hermit crab,
A debonair Leslie Phillips crustacean of the old school
Who thought himself the very dab
On seeing his reflection in a pool.

(Chris Rea guitar solo. Yep, afraid so.)

I decked myself out in a chair, had a pasty
And waited for the charming crab's return.
I thought "He'll have to get cracking
If he's going to finish his packing
In time for his all inclusive hols
With King Neptune and the kraken."

Low-lifes on the beach at high tide.
The furnace sun burned in the sky.

(Exit beach sideways, scuttling...)

B.R. 30/03/2013