Sunday in Brighton

And then we went and sat down by the sea

to wallow in debauch induc-ed haze.

Its gentle ebb that showed to what degree

We'd suffer for our sins, and paved the way

for sunday's serenade there by the beach.

But drums were not an ideal sound to hear

when my still settling pint was yet to reach

the agonising throb between my ears.

So off twixt shore and surf we sauntered now

in search of public transport to allow

our trip to Devil's Dyke and then some grub.

We spent an hour inside that dreadful pub

before my fury led me to refuse

to pay, and leave and write this little muse.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just a little account of my sunday in Brighton. Devil's Dyke is pretty cool, but the pub is terrible.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

I gather you live in Mass like I do. I'd like to see this shore you speak of... Great write!