One thing to say about the sea
Is that it so invar’ably
Provides a source of poetry.
I paddle in intrepidly
And wave for everyone to see –
The waves wave back determin’dly!
Returned to beach quite crunchingly
I swim back out more cautiously,
And, ‘This is cool!’ declare with glee.
So then I stroll, beachcombingly,
But of nice shells, the beach is free,
So I proceed quite grumpily.
But soon locate, apparently,
A paddle from a paddle-ski,
The beach is offering to me!
Not up the creek, but out at sea
Without a paddle, seemingly,
Somebody would appear to be.
The scoops will scoop agreeably,
And as I hear no plaintive plea
For its return, my spare ‘twill be!
© Colonialist April 2013 (WordPress)