BEACHCOMBER’S DIARY AND REALLY AWFUL RHYME COMBINED…

Sand, sea and pooches

 

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Took pooches to beach today;

We all had a lot of fun;

They froliced and splahed away,

And then we went for a run.

  

But shells were quite hard to find

Until a rock-shell I spied,

The fates then were most unkind –

A crab peeked out from inside!

 

Temptation which came to me

Was keep the shell nonetheless –

But flung it back in the sea

To save the crab from distress.

 

A cowrie I then espied –

The first one today I’d seen –

Now, did Nature then decide

That I a good boy had been?

 

So I got a just reward?

I like to think it was so –

My action to thus applaud,

Because I had done that throw.

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And later one more I found –

 A rock-shell came on the tide

(For what goes round does come round);

This one was unoccupied!

 

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