A friend of mine said I really ought,
To have a holiday in Tenby,
A lovely Welsh seaside resort.
I arrived at the Butts Field in my car
Everything had been fine so far,
I looked around and began to frown
As I realised there were no signs
To show me the way to town.
I went up the road, yes I'd gone the right way
But I was disappointed,
puzzled,
And filled with dismay
Where was the sea, cliffs,
Harbour, and lovely bay?
You see, right in front of me
Two workers holding a sign
Obviously refugees
From a Soviet salt mine.
On closer inspection
I saw it was a man
Put there I presume, for a lark
It would, I'm sure you all would agree,
Be more useful down at the car park.
Holding the map, instead of two men,
I would suggest two lovely ladies
The saucy postcard sort,
Surely more suitable
For a seaside holiday resort!
Terry Huskisson
Southwinds,
Greenmeadow Close,