Between sand dunes near the beach
where hardy, windswept straws try to stop the sand from shifting,
a couple rolled around on a red towel,
while seagulls flew overhead
hoping to steal a human egg
when the couple left their nest for a swim
in the Atlantic swells.

What they found was a half eaten sandwich
which they triumphantly fought about;
one got a packet of fags that it dropped in the sea in disgust.
When the lovers came back shivering,
laughing and nicotine hungry,
they had none
and had to drive for fifty miles
to find a Sunday open shop.