Seaside Beauties
It’s a cold, wet July day.
Deckchairs are lined up
At the end of the pier.
From behind their umbrellas
And transparent plastic macs,
Holidaymakers stare
At a bevy of beauties in bathing suits
With carefully coiffured hair,
Counting goosebumps
On mottled arms and legs.
The resident comic and compère
Steps up to the makeshift stage,
Takes the microphone and clears his throat,
To announce the beauty queen for the day.
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writing in north norfolk 