The attack of the seagulls

Here come the tourists Crowding our streets, Giant, slow walking mobs Looking for empty seats. Here come the tourists Hands grasping at their food, Flicking bits out to the gulls Who don’t know gratitude. Here come the tourists The gulls swooping down, Seagulls attacking with ease Children’s​ faces begin to frown. Here come the tourists…

If your child licks the glass one more time…

My legs ache Swollen skin puckering in dismay, Muscles screaming in agony Crowds forming, Yay. Swollen eyes The white tinted red, My veins pop in anger Frustration needing to be shed. Crowds pulsate against the stall Mouths salivating in hunger, I moan as time slows Wishing for nothing but slumber. I smile tightly Glass gleaming…

A dog plus a sandy beach… what could go wrong?

Dog: Let me off the lead. Sarah: I don’t trust you, dog. Dog: Let me off the lead. Lucy: Don’t trust him… looks at those eyes, their eyes of a misbehaver. Dog: I’ll be good, let me off the lead. Rachel: Guys let him off! He will be good look at him! Rachel begins to snuggle…