Wednesday, 23 April 2025

Hooligans by the Sea

 

Day Twenty-Three


I've had it with hooligans

round here, yammering

all the hours God sends

Roving gangs

impressing each other

with teenage squeals

and cackles

Grow the hell up!

Rioting by trawlers

Eyes way bigger

than your bellies

I'm fed up

queasy with your 

yawping, anti-social

herring-heckles

Have you no shame?

Act your age! 

Trash-tipping

Thieving, squealing

junk-food jeering

People's chips

used to be safe around here. 





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