Whitley Bay – an apology
When our hols were lost to Covid,
They offered compensation,
Just choose another break, they said,
For your summertime vacation,
But everybody got there first,
Or it seemed to be that way,
Since all that they could offer,
Was four days in Whitley Bay.
Now, I admit I’ve been quite rude
About that lovely place ,
So I wondered if this holiday
Might blow up in my face,
Would the caravan be booby trapped,
Or beside the kids from hell?
Our meals prepared with arsenic.
Only time would tell!
Well, It couldn’t have been nicer,
They served us up a treat,
sun and, fun, and tasty grub
We wished we’d stayed all week
Sincere regrets to Whitley Bay
I damned you with my pen
Please say that I’m forgiven
We’d like to come again.
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