Beach Blues

Standard

Before we flee for the

Beach, we turn on the

AC, and the cat is

Pleased.

I want to play all

Day at the beach,

But I forgot my

Towel.

 

Mom brought soup,

But no one eats it.

Too gross, too

Hot. So we eat

Hot dogs in the Beach

Parking lot while

Mother sets up lawn chairs.

 

We watch kiddos

In life jackets float

In the water.

 

We sit there in our

Chairs with beach books ’til

We change into our bikinis.

 

And then we realized,

We can’t swim:

We forgot to wax.

 

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