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.