Adam and Eve and Pinch-me were sat
wrestling thought by the shore
when the monster arrived.
It trampled their tea with its flat feet
and grumbled. It clawed at their
eyes when they laughed at its pain.
It gurgled with rage as they soothed it
with soft words, and waggled its fist
as they mocked its strange ways.
They packed it, by sea, to the spa
for a rest and sighed,
little knowing they too were condemned.
There was nowhere to run
and nowhere to hide
as Time has the last laugh, the master of all.