I do like to be beside the seaside

When

Don

Pasquito arrived at the seaside

Where the donkey's hide tide

brayed, he

Saw the bandito Jo in a black cape

Whose slack shape waved like the sea -

Thetis wrote a treatise noting wheat

is silver like the sea;

the lovely cheat is sweet as foam;

Erotis notices that she

Will

Steal

The

Wheat-kings luggage, like Babel

Before the League of Nations grew -

So Jo put the luggage and the label

In the pocket of Flo the Kangaroo.

Through trees like rich hotels that bode

Of dreamless ease fled she,

Carrying the load and goading the road

Through the marine scene to the sea.

"Don Pasquito, the road is eloping

With your luggage

though heavy and large;

You must follow and leave your moping

Bride to my guidance and charge!"

When

Don

Pasquito returned

from the road's end,

Where vanilla-coloured ladies ride

From Sevilla, his mantilla'd bride

and young friend

Were forgetting

their mentor and guide.

For the lady and her friend

from Le Touquet

In the very shady trees on the sand

Were plucking a white satin bouquet

Of foam, while the sand's brassy band

Blared in the wind.

Don Pasquito

Hid where the leaves drip with

sweet...

But a word stung him like a

mosquito...

For what they hear, they repeat!