Fighting through the milling masses,
flowing fast as cold molasses;
flamenco frocks and Taiwan trinkets,
tempt us with ice cream and sprinkles.
Plastic shoes and printed t-shirts,
sweet turrón and nutty biscuits,
after-shaves and dodgy perfumes,
sun-hats, shades and swimming costumes.
Shoddy bracelets, charms and knick-knacks,
candles made from local beeswax;
while you’re here come try the honey,
all we want’s to take your money.
Same flea market held twice weekly,
tourists flocking to it meekly,
buying stuff that’s so unsightly,
wouldn’t touch it back in Blighty.