Sunny Prestatyn

 Come to Sunny Prestatyn
Laughed the girl on the poster,
Kneeling up on the sand
In tautened white satin.

Behind her, a hunk of coast, a 
Hotel with palms
Seemed to expand from her thighs and
Spread breast-lifting arms.


She was slapped up one day in March.

A couple of weeks, and her face 
Was snaggle-toothed and boss-eyed;
Huge tits and a fissured crotch
Were scored well in, and the space
Between her legs held scrawls
That set her fairly astride 
A tuberous cock and balls

Autographed Titch Thomas, while
Someone had used a knife
Or something to stab right through
The moustached lips of her smile.

She was too good for this life.

Very soon, a great transverse tear
Left only a hand and some blue.

Now Fight Cancer is there.

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