Our seaside shop sells everything,
Sweet false teeth and kiss-me-quick hats,
Toffee, fudge and candy rock
And saucy postcards from a pack.
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There are the ones with naughty jokes,
All kinds of ladies in bathing costumes,
Cheeky chappies making hay
In seaside hotels holiday rooms.
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Such a large stock of every variety,
Family friendly and scenic beauty,
Blossoming gardens in the summer sun,
Compliment those that are slightly fruity.
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Our seaside shop sells everything,
Cut price toys and tacky souvenirs
With nothing under a small fortune
It’s nearer and cheaper than the famous pier.
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Written for Poets United – Wonder Wednesday -13
Life From A Park Bench 
This was entirely too much fun to read. I adore it.
A different take on the prompt–enjoyed it 🙂
I love how you took us there to the boardwalk, maybe?
I know which one…?!
Coney Island?
Yes, am thinking eastern seaboard – Atlantic City? I so enjoyed this poem! And the cool images.
I was thinking Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. I know that’s not right; it’s just the first and last pier I ever tried to spend money in.
Not sure where but I’m coming for some fudge!
Blackpool I shouldn’t wonder 🙂