It wouldn’t be summer if I didn’t come up with a poem. No camping this year – and I don’t miss it – but this place comes with its own challenges.
SORRENTO
Sorrento is a lovely place
There are people everywhere
But lots of them are up themselves
And it makes me stop and stare
Beautiful bodies everywhere
One girl was dumb but flirty
I shit you not she asked her friend
What’s fifty minus thirty
To the beach, there’s crowds galore
And the laughs are heaven sent
One group of five took half an hour
To fold their new beach tent
When walking home we saw more people
With a very peculiar habit
Amongst their towels and folding chairs
They had also brought their rabbit
Parking is a nightmare
The cafes are all full
And still more people come each day
To pretend they are super cool
Summer is a busy time
There are queues for one and all
So I’ve written this acrostic poem
To explain it to you all:
I Am Sorrento
I am ….
Seriously
Objecting to
Really
Rich
Entitled
Nobs (the k is silent ok?!)
Taking
Over
