An Irish Summer

We packed the picnic basket

We organised the car

We plastered on the sun cream

The swimsuit and guitar

We had our little sing song

As we drove along the coast

The visor down to block the sun

We’re turning into toast

We arrive onto the sun kissed beach

We organise our towels

And just as we have settled in

The wind begins to howl

The sand it whips across the dunes

Our expressions turn to scowling

The towels are flying down the beach

The goosebumps are appearing

The waters lapping around our feet

The sandwiches are all sodden

We then retreat admit defeat

And make for home downtrodden
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