Solo plimsoll on the shore.
Deflated ring of confidence,ripped apart,
Jetsam, coloured bit of art.
Plastic naval stripes and anchors
Discarded by some sulky kid.

Kicked out in a rampant strop.
The old dear, won't buy him an ice cream.
He kicks off again.
Nothing new.
A lad who's full of fits and starts.
Really should know better.

He reads his mum.
Like she's an open letter.
Telling him what he has to do.

He really should behave better.
Always gets his own way.
Chucked that bit of buoyancy aid on to a rock and ripped it.
Kicked his plimsoll in the sand.
Stormed off in a childish huff.
He should know so much better.
He's fifty three, out of his tree.
Always gets his own way.
(c)Livvi