What is this silly poem? Is it supposed to be metaphor? If so one does not get it.

I have small mole on left shoulder, as you are well knowing, but for what is this giant mole doing? How can such a thing burrow in earth?

This is why I suspect metaphor. 

I have to chuck out of bar last night one very loud person, who is drunk and making advancements to me. I take him by arm behind back and say: I do not care if you are vice principal, I will not tolerate such behaviour.

Here is another photo. I am thinking this shows well the British seaside resort.

Your Anna