Punch and Judy Man
The tide ebbs and flows in Clacton,
Waves advance, pause and then retreat,
Quite unmoved by human conceit
Enjoying the fresh air and fun.
It’s not beyond Westminster’s reach
The squabbling for office and place,
Where everyone’s more than one face.
There’s to be drama on the beach,
A show that’s seemingly funny
And yet is actually grotesque,
The character behind the mask
Only performs for the money.
Once you given all you can spare
You’ll find he is not really there.
D. A.