Beachcomber Aroma

We live by the sea, just we two, you and me It offers us all that we need From our heads to our toes, you make all of our clothes From sea grass and sometimes sea weed If our ocean provides it, you will utilise it I so like the way that you think Our clothes made from stuff that you found on the beach But your feet, well they surely do stink Those earrings you made from a couple of cockles That pendant you made from a shell Your bikini top is a strap and two scallops But your feet, they surely do smell I keep us well fed from the sea and sea bed While you keep us suited and booted You’re my Wonder Woman it has to be said But your feet, well they really are putrid We sit on the shore and we like nothing more Than watching the waders and dippers But we can’t stay long, there’s a God-awful pong For your slippers are made out of kippers [For the uninitiated, kippers are butterflied, smoked herring.]