Popcorn Town
It's a salt water, sea
Water, popcorn town
Where the carousel music goes
Around and around
And the horses fly free.
To the karaoke's tide.
Someone grabs the gold ring
To win another ride.
A salty, buttery odor
Permeates the air -
Lobster rolls and fried clams
And pizza everywhere.
Mom and Pop and children
Still sandy from the shore,
Lick giant ice cream cones
That dribble on the floor
Boats of people party
Along the harborside
Others jam the shops
To browse and then decide
On souvenirs for family or
What to bring a friend.
Instead they buy a t-shirt
That sports an island trend.
The ferry line twists long
As people end their stay
But a boatload more of people
Have come to have their day.
This isn't a “resort”,
It's a tourist destination,
It's a little popcorn town,
Best place for a vacation.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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