Tough Tough Wilderness and Fe Felix Fe were sitting on Deal Pier<\/p>\n
It was a dull grey day and the coast of France visible on certain days was shrouded in mist<\/p>\n
This annoyed both of them so they had brought thirteen pots of powder paint to brighten the day<\/p>\n
They had lined these pots up a yard apart<\/p>\n
A young boy ran by shouting with excitement at the mathematics in front of him<\/p>\n
13 x 3 = 39 mummy <\/i><\/p>\n
And if you subtract 11 then it equals 28 which is a Perfect Number
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
The young boy did not add to his commentary and ran in the general direction of the restaurant at the head of the pier<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/i>Fe Felix Fe picked up the pot fourth in line<\/p>\n
It contained yellow powder paint<\/p>\n
She threw the contents upwards until they were caught in the sea breeze and waited<\/p>\n
Slowly the horizon began to turn yellow<\/p>\n
But they could not see the coast of France<\/p>\n
Tough Tough Wilderness picked up the pot tenth in line<\/p>\n
It contained blue powder paint<\/p>\n
He threw the contents upwards until they were caught in the sea breeze and waited<\/p>\n
In the distance the blue and yellow paints mixed and created a green<\/p>\n
They could see the green fields of France<\/p>\n
But the cliffs lacked colour<\/p>\n
Fe Felix Fe picked up the pot third in line<\/p>\n
It contained white powder paint<\/p>\n
Mummy says that white is not a colour <\/i><\/p>\n
I know Paul Peter Paul but the cliffs of France lack colour today so I must use it <\/i><\/p>\n
She threw the contents upwards until they were caught in the sea breeze and waited<\/p>\n
Slowly the cliffs began to turn white<\/p>\n
A passing seagull landed and dipped its head into the first pot which contained red powder paint<\/p>\n
Its face was red<\/p>\n
You look like a common whore <\/i><\/p>\n
Fe Felix Fe said as she picked up the pot that the bird had overturned<\/p>\n
I have a fancy fellow in Sandwich I hope he will fancy me still<\/i><\/p>\n
You are the most beautiful whore in the world\u00a0 andI am sure that your beau will fancy you even with a red face
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
The contents of the pot had spilled on to the pier and soon the pier was a cosy red<\/p>\n
That has put pay to the ravishing sunset has it not Sunsets in May are never ravishing <\/i><\/p>\n The little boy who was as red as the pier walked by<\/p>\n Mummy says that the sunsets in Margate are better than those in Deal it\u2019s the geography you know<\/i><\/p>\n He dipped his finger the thirteenth pot and found no powder paint at all<\/p>\n Why does this pot contain no paint at all <\/i><\/p>\n Fe Felix Fe picked up the pot and emptied its contents on to the promanade of the pier<\/p>\n See curious child this pot was full of paint for if you look beneath your feet then you can see the sea <\/i><\/p>\n Her words were true for beneath them the pier had disappeared in places and all that was visible was the waves on their journey towards the shore<\/p>\n There are six sea horses in the sea Without warning the small boy emptied the contents of the eleventh pot in line into the sea<\/p>\n It contained mauve powder paint<\/p>\n Each of the sea horses<\/p>\n And a nearby mermaid turned purple<\/p>\n Much to their delight<\/p>\n Mummy says that mauve is a synthetic colour<\/i><\/p>\n Mummy does not like synthetic colours \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n Tough Tough Wilderness picked up the pot seventh in line<\/p>\n It contained pink powder paint<\/p>\n He threw the contents upwards until they were caught in the sea breeze and waited<\/p>\n Slowly the sky turned pink as if a distant sunset was touching the town<\/p>\n Streaks of pink<\/em> Sang the crew of a nearby fishing boat as it headed out to sea<\/p>\n Tough Tough Wilderness and Fe Felix Fe picked up the remaining pots that contained a variety of colours and threw the contents upwards until they were caught in the sea breeze and waited<\/p>\n Slowly the day took on its colour and drowned mariners climbed on to the pier and began dancing to sea shanties<\/p>\n A drowned maiden from a Victorian ship danced a jig with Fe Felix Fe as Tough Tough Wilderness picked the little boy up and pointed towards France<\/p>\n See little one you can see France clearly <\/i><\/p>\n There is postman In the fisherman\u2019s shelter a mermaid sat combing her golden hair<\/p>\n Do you have silver Fe Felix Fe sat next to the stricken girl<\/p>\n The pots are nearly empty She searched among the overturned pots and found both silver and gold and returned to the pale mermaid and tipped the remaining powders over her<\/p>\n The mermaid changed her colour and her silver tail shimmered along with her golden hair<\/p>\n I shall return to the sea<\/em> The little boy ran across towards the mermaid a looked at her with astonishment<\/p>\n Mummy says that mermaids do not exist <\/i><\/p>\n I assure you I exist Paul Peter Paul <\/i><\/p>\n The little boy threw a handful of blue powder paint at the mermaid<\/p>\n The is for your eyes you shall have the most beautiful blue eyes for when I am older I will marry you and bring you ashore<\/i><\/p>\n Mummy is not always right <\/i><\/p>\n The mermaid leaned forward and kissed the 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\n<\/i>But the summers are pleasant and the town is hot<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOne for mummy and five for me <\/i><\/p>\n
\nStreaks of blue<\/em>
\nLots of colour <\/em>
\nFor me and you<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOn his bike
\nDelivering parcels and letters
\nFor children to like<\/i><\/p>\n
\nDo you have gold
\nMy colour had faded
\nAnd I am so cold <\/i><\/p>\n
\nTheir contents spilled
\nI will help you immediately
\nAs you are so chilled<\/i><\/p>\n
\nFe Felix Fe<\/em>
\n Thank you so much <\/em>
\n For helping me <\/em><\/p>\n
\nBut do not grow up too quickly
\nAs the world is a magic place
\nStroll through your life do not race <\/i><\/p>\n
\nFe Felix Fe
\nThere are many stars
\nFor you and me\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n