Sunny Prestatyn

Come to Sunny

Laughed the girl on the poster,

Kneeling up on the

In tautened white satin.

Behind her, a hunk of coast, a Hotel with

Seemed to expand from her thighs

Spread breast-lifting arms.

She was slapped up one day in March.

A couple of weeks, and her face Was snaggle-toothed and boss-eyed;

Huge tits and a fissured

Were scored well in, and the

Between her legs held

That set her fairly astride A tuberous cock and

Autographed Titch Thomas,

Someone had used a

Or something to stab right

The moustached lips of her smile.

She was too good for this life.

Very soon, a great transverse

Left only a hand and some blue.

Now Fight Cancer is there.