I met a man
his kids;
their wives
at the station - the platforms filled
day trippers on to
the streets they spilled!
Jam-packed was the train to St Ives
streets so small
that nobody drives
buckets and spades covered the floor
picnic baskets
buggies more!
Then on arrival at St Ives
with sunshine out
bees 'round their hives
they sit upon the harbour-side
eating drinking
boats to ride
Throngs of people cram St Ives
beaches full
"time of their lives!"
swimming, surfing, playing squeal
Cornish pasties
for gulls to steal
...so how many men were going to St Ives?
...not as many
as kids and wives!
