Will you sit with me by the seats,
whilst the people mill on by?
And shoppers comfort their children’s cry,
The smell of food wafts in the sky!
The crowded roads of the town,
meander through the shops.
People walking the dogs,
and people in flip-flops.
They sit on the car park wall,
near the chip stall.
Whilst the time ticks on past,
whilst the boats nets are cast.
Out to sea we slip on by,
in flotillas and women in hair dye!
In the town the shoppers shop,
in Boscarne the people bop!
The cafe is busy making food,
people order tea or something cold.
A shopper sits down for a rest,
whilst others are being bold!
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