Would rather not categorize this but can't get around it...so be it...
I don’t do I stutter,
I don’t slather my bread with butter,
I may live just above the gutter,
And in my Honda I do around putter…
The warmer weather upon me,
Making me wish for the sea,
Sometimes too far to drive for even me,
So I resign myself to of it not see…
Can I not wait for the ocean to warm,
For the waves to gather together in a swarm,
To take my boogie board out for a ride,
So I can with a few tourists collide…
HaH! I loved going to Jones Beach when I lived in New York. Beautiful place, and although I am basically a land-lubber I can, and do, appreciate the oceans, seas, and especially the Gulf of Mexico . . .
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Always,
Deborah
Love ya!
Jane