Arty Farty

In west Mersea town

Where all

Are hail and hearty

Folks aren't 

Drab and plain 

Instead are arty farty

Art galleries 

And cafes

Abound and delight

Photographers

And painters too

I think that that's right

Strolling in the sunshine 

Without the workaday hustle

We're all devouring

Crabs

Oysters and Mussels

It's a summer's 

Joy

Indeed to see

So many be-masked denizens

And all

Beside the seaside

Beside the sea.