In Magaluf - A Rondeau
In Magaluf, the English come,
get drunk on beer and shots of rum,
tequila, whisky, cheap champagne,
an annual Balearic bane
that makes my town a ghastly slum.
They drop their pants and flash their bum,
they binge until their brains are numb;
they act as if they’re half insane
in Magaluf.
They strew discarded chewing gum,
litter, spew and make us glum.
They swamp the beach, the country lane,
they bear the chavvy Mark of Caine;
but we’re no longer staying mum -
in Magaluf.
Below are links some of my work:
Exodus Mortis is a disturbing look at a refugee camp worker's experiences.
https://everydayfiction.com/exodus-mortis-by-paul-a-freeman/
A Day for Decisiveness, is a prize-winning romantic-ish tale about a young man looking for the opportunity to speak to the woman who infatuates him.
https://www.thenationalnews.com/arts-culture/short-story-a-day-for-decisiveness-1.367803/
A Nice Run is a deceptively mundane 100-word story that will leave you slack-jawed.
https://www.fridayflashfiction.com/100-word-stories/a-nice-run-by-paul-a-freeman
Tomorrow's Fossils is a poem, a sonnet to be more precise, examining Man's place in the great scheme of things.
https://www.cornicemag.com/content/tomorrow's-fossils
Happy Writing
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