We spent a week
At Dildo Run,
And everyday
There was much sun.
The water was cold
Frigid but clear
And wherever we turned,
There was an old fishing pier.
There were animals on the ground
And birds in the sky
But unfortunately this was
A favorite spot of the fly.
There were broken houses
Lying in a heap
But there was pretty sea glass
Sea glass to keep.
The cliffs might be steep
And the beaches few
But I love this place
I really do.