The beach I surely do love,

Better to chase gulls than a dove,

The beach does fit me like a glove,

I thank for it the big guy from above…

I love chasing shells that daddy does throw,

Pooping in the sand to help things grow,

I wish I could get there year around,

But prejudice does in the summer from people abound…

Till the summer though,

Daddy and I can play keeping us both aglow,

I run around while daddy does sit and read his Thoreau,

I get exercise, daddy gets peace, kind of a quid pro quo…

© Rufuz ~ 4/7/06