The blazing sun strokes the summer beach.
Glittering spectacle, shimmering sand.
The obese sea lions burn.
The tide beckons inviting those whole lobster souls.
The **** of the sea, all saline, now dry.  
Mingles with the beach front junk.
The children run riot, they're hot and fed up.
Filled up with ice cream from plastic tubs.
While ***** husbands shoulders rub.
With oil of coconut, girls shoulders fry.

The end of the day.
The sun tumbles from the sky.
Look at the mess of a beach in distress.
The sea lions and whales all rolled off home.
To all the guest houses with children and spouses.
The gulls with rich pickings of sandwich left.
Chucked on the promenade, splattered with grit.
By the child who didn't want it.
The ice cream was better,she enjoyed it  far more.
(c) Livvi