Somers Point
On the New Jersey Shore, there is Ocean City.
It has a boardwalk that looks so pretty.
Whole families enjoy a day in the sun.
There is so much to do for some summer fun.
There are restaurants and shops galore.
There are amusement park rides, and plenty more.
You can buy fudge, salt water taffy, and cotton candy.
All of it tastes so sweet and dandy.
This town is some splendid vacation turf.
You have the sun, the sand, and some salty surf.
This place has an ideal first-class beach.
From Philly and New York, it’s within reach.
However, here is one fact no one will deny:
Ocean City is a town that is dry.
There is no place to get a shot or a beer.
If you want to drink, you cannot stay here.
To get some booze, you have to go away.
Hop on the bridge, and go across the bay.
A town is there that has many a drinking joint.
This other place is known as Somers Point.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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