Pile of crap

There was a guy walking his dog on a short lead along the sea's edge on Weymouth beach on Saturday. There were hundreds of people on the beach. The dog squatted down and did a huge pile of crap just on the water's edge where the sea washes gently up and down the sand. Groups of children were playing all along that same sea edge; running, jumping, splashing around, scooping up the water in their hands. The bloke walking the dog on the short lead looked down at the enormous pile of crap his dog had just done on the water's edge, as if he was checking the health of his dog. Then he just carried on walking, leaving the huge pile of crap on the water's edge with the waves gently washing up and down the sand over it, where groups of children were playing splashing around in the water. Nobody said anything to the guy, nobody called him out. Who wants to get into a row or a fight with someone when they've come down to the beach to relax with their family.

He reminded me of Nigel Farage. (Brexit is the pile of crap he has left behind at the water's edge for everyone to play in.)



Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2024-06-04 at 20:02

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Both were despicable.
2024-06-05