Gambling on gables end.

Bats in chorus lines chanting in the gable ends

Gambling with show girls 

tie pin With metal cross bows

Apple jacks and good morning 

blackened curious painted eyes 

ain’t so merry now

Your Hanging upside down below the pier 

waiting for the tide To subside 

music from the Whistling ride

Don’t forget that thistle 

Against your pinched cheeks 

Whilst I think and take high tea

Musing on Copper carded triangles

With the view of the sea and 

flambé pier and shadows of a 

Jazz steamers sailing scene 

as the sun dances down.