Today is a great day for it!
Here it is poetry lovers!
When you're resting at the beach
on a crooked wooden bench,
your hair is rather tusseled,
and you're looking like a wench-
reading a good novel,
squishing sand between your toes,
and you're thinking of your friends,
in the cold land where it snows-
and you're feeling rather guilty,
bout the sun, the surf, the sand,
and their huddled in their coats,
in their cloudy snowy land.
Venture out into the water,
DRAT, here comes a jelly fish!
And you feel that dreaded sting-
for their cloudy home you wish.
So if you're here, or if you're there,
in their clouds, or in your sand,
don't take your day for granted.
Either place- it can be grand.
By Jill and Gale
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