Funky Town

The marina over in Funky Town-
run down boats at creaky jetties-
Bette's full English cheapest rate,
ready from eight, well more like ten.
Half-a-dozen super-billionare yachts?
No, just rust spots on sail boats.
The quay-side goats prowl in the night
-quite a sight- and the queues at clinics
grow long. Cynics say the boomers
never grew up, late bloomers became
expatriates game for an Iberian laugh
not half - down in Fuengirola.