So taking that into account I will call this little fun piece
Paradise Found
The gals are on a weekend off,they’re planning to have fun
There in the car ,they’re on their way,the weekend has begun
They stayed on ground this time round –no need for checking in
Instead of duty free ,they’ll stop off at Corbetts Inn.
They arrived at their hotel room-the best 5 star
The walls were adorned with Graham Knuttles louvar
Their view was only lovely,they were glad the up the grade
They could see the Beaver moon casting shadows on the glade
They unpacked their bags and planned the evening trip
Some had a little rest while others had a dip
Then into the glad rags and off for a bite to eat
With frost already glistening on the high street
They hit the town by shanks mare –it wasn’t very far
In no time at all they were checking out the bars
A notice in one window said “Come on in”
We will have live music here shortly after ten.
They danced and they sang and livened up that den
While Knuttles shady eyes kept a watch on them
The night went on,the clock struck 12 ...it was time to go
They wrapped up snug and warm then out into the snow.
Early November sunshine greeted them next day
Another twenty four hours for the gals to play
They chatted and they laughed over breakfast in the Pier
Remembering all the fun they’d had last year
Planning their adverture they walked down the street
They’d shop and browse til 12 oc then meet up for a treat
The Stone house had some lovely gems-they had a peep in there
One tried to strike up a deal-Oh that looks lovely in your hair
The book shop called from across the square
They’re sure to find some wise words there
Celestial lovers,short story books ,Harry Potter and how to cook
The Book of Longing,Tarry Flynn and an empty journal to write in .
The Folk House had a nautical theme
Ropes and nets strewn round its beams
An open fire at which they sat
With hot port wine and lots of chat .
They played at guessing this and that
And split their sides with a belly laugh
When at the ships wheel they got stuck
As through the door came Captain Hook.
Round by the Bullmans –what a view .At Fishy Fish –a lovely stew
Each raised a glass to 2010 and promised to come here again
Another toast another plan –in 10 years time another land
Oh God said one I might be dead –another said they’d shave their head .
The morning sun shone bright again –it was time for them to go
They’d head off after breakfast as the forecast gave more snow
They packed their bags paid up the bill and all said Bielen Dank
They had shared a currency not dealt in any bank .