It made me laugh, yesterday,
sat on the sand, at Brid.
A portly guy, took his trousers off.
and out flew twenty quid.

From his pocket, I assume.

It was a scorching day,
hence his strip-tease,
but a wind whipped up
and flicked his note, with ease.
Like a kite it rose, up into the air
and the fat guy chased it,
as you would, to be fair.

Took sight-seeing to a different level.

But his boxer shorts
didn’t provide much support
so we all got a view
not common to the resort.
I heard some girls titter
and some guys guffaw.
Then the fat guy noticed
and threw himself to the floor.

Beached-whale sprung to mind.

Meanwhile a young lad.
Nimble on his feet.
Leapt up in the air
and sealed his defeat.

Grabbed the money and ran that is.

I think that a morale
befitting of this tale
would be 'keep your trousers on
if your belly’s full of ale'.

Don’t know that his was though, but thought I'd keep it clean!