Our day at the beach

I said to she let's take a trip

in the car

we won't go very far

i'll drive

and we'll feel alive

let's take a dive

 

I stocked the boot

with apples

and adorned the dashboard with postcards of

our favourite chapels

 

we made our way

on a clear sunny day

to the beach

but never did reach

the paradise we were owed.

 

near the end of the road

our plan was foiled

our fruit had spoiled

and there was a green cloud in the air

there

 

i said to she

it looks like a miasma

i don't want to scare you

but i wouldn't even dare you

to continue

 

she was annoyed

and cried

what's the problem?

i replied

i know you're pissed

but we have to turn around

or this deadly mist

will kill us both

 

oh it wasn't fair!

making a u-turn for some foggy air!?

but round we turned,

by the atmosphere spurned,

our throats still burned

from argument

and where we'd went

that strange green scent

lingered and churned

in the rear-view mirror

while the windscreen forward

showed clear-blue skies

and half-true lies

to tell our friends

about our day

at the beach.