Beached & Bleached…

Like a whale on the beach doing its death flail,

Or run aground like a boat without a sail,

Or maybe just a shell less its live-in snail,

That’s how I look while reading a book,

Sitting on the edge of ole’ mom ocean, without fail…

They say a picture is worth a thousand words,

Not with this poem I am afraid, unless a seagull can take it,

Then that picture would be worth little & for the birds,

Will try however to eventually get a picture,

Might look like though just a bit of a nerd…

As a kid we used to run and splash the old folks,

Sitting on the edge of the ocean, relaxing,

Now I can be that old person, listening the kids make jokes,

But they better not splash me, as they have to sleep sometime,

That’s when I will play on them some kind of hoax…

                                © poppy-writtED ~ 7/9/04