To the Seafront

[i]

Cowgirl in flip flops

on a Wild West ride outruns

the arcades and shops,

shooting pale-faced Indians

with her 99 flake guns.

[ii]

Jack poised on the grass. 

Keen-eyed men look but don’t touch.

Swooning, backs arched, heads

Cocked, they vie to get closest.

Brighton & Hove Gay Bowls Club.

[iii]

Dot’s office en suite:

Wave flush, posh soap, fake Vermeer;

Stalls spotless and neat.

A sign reads ‘Don’t wash feet here.

Loo Attendant of the Year.’