Harrier Jet and Chips

The sun shone spendiferous as a shiny new pin on a vetrans lapel She stood on parade for our lazy remarks... of such a fine day As we slid lazily, contentedly (should be a word, i think) downhill past ducks dogs and chicken fried people Chatting i observed my chubby toes and sighed Cars bottlenecked ridiculous that some should drive But... i didnt care as Carl was happily walking his faithful old dog An she didnt mind Hoping to loose a few cruel lumps from her saddle sack A nice calm... very slow pace... to the beach... and back The sea was a backdrop to the flow of families engrossed in Wiping babies filthy faces Dogs sweating and peeing Peeing and sweating Couples canoodling And us.... As a screeching female teenager on a bus After EVERYONES attention ENTER the... Jet Harrier....swoon Well i did at least Stood fixed to the spot, sweating hands to my fore Sighing as he swooped round ten time or more ( i doth recline to tell you just how much his screech and swoon affected me) But one does confess, the earth did move quite a bit As I gazed fixed over our excuse of a sea Southend on mud and the odd floating (your turn to guess next word ) (Just then, as per usual I realised Carl had buggered off ahead And I was left,quite some space behind So i picked up pace, with a smile on my face That i may loose a few pounds. We then sat on the wall and ate some chips..