Come to sunny Prestatyn
Laughed the girl on the poster
Kneeling up on the sand
In tautened white satin
Behind her, a hunk of coast, a
Hotel with palms
Seemed to expand from her thighs and
Spread breast-lifting arms

She was slapped up one day in March
A couple of weeks and her face
Was snaggle-toothed and boss-eyed
Hugh tits and a fissured crotch
Were scrawled well in, and the space
Between her legs held scrawls
That set her fairly astride
A huge cock and balls

Autographed Titch Thomas while
Someone had used a knife
Or something to stab right through
The moustached lips of her smile
She was too good for this life
Very soon, a great transverse tear
Left only a hand and some blue
Now Fight Cancer is there