This morning ‘Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini’
jangles out the radio and you remember holidays at Tintagel —
on edge, on the edge in caravan with mam and dad and nan,
come down from up North to grin and bear another grim hols.
Read the full poem on Ink, Sweat & Tears.
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