‘Tops off!’
It’s near 30 degrees,
we’re off to the coast
where there’s always a breeze,
with buckets and spades
and nets to dip
for slippery fish
and crabs that nip,
or may be a starfish if
we’re lucky
but all we find is
tons of Buckie.
Never mind
there’s lots to do,
we can just sit
and admire the view,
or build a castle
with a moat,
fill it with water,
float a boat,
or dig a hole
to Australia,
nevermind
it ends in failure,
we’ll fill it up
and bury dad,
there’s still lots of fun
to be had
on a day at the beach.
I know, we’ll go
and fetch the kite,
it makes us smile
as it takes flight,
with suicidal
dips and lunges,
until in the sea
suddenly it plunges.
We raise our arms
in shock and horror
think beloved kite’s
a gonna
but as it sinks
beneath the waves
along comes dog
and kite it saves.
Brings it safely
back to land
but does not drop it
on the sand,
instead takes off
the canine thief,
with kite gripped tightly
in his teeth.
Ribbons and string
behind him trailing
and tens of kids
screaming and wailing.
in and out
deck chair, umbrella,
nips wee dog
that cheeky fella!
Round the wind break
what a fankle,
Mums and dads
all a rankle…
until finally
dog’s rugby tackled!
Hoorah! but now
the day is done,
the sun goes down
we’ve had our fun.
The wind is blowing,
it’s getting nippy,
I think it’s time
to get a chippy,
with salt and vinegar
or salt and sauce,
all washed down with
pop of course.
Then finally
load up the car.
Its time to go
we came so far,
kids fall asleep
in minutes flat,
Grandma too
still wearing hat,
kiss me quick fancy that!
Sand in our hair,
salt on our skin,
sun burnt noses,
sunburnt chins.
Sighs of contentment,
memories made,
of castles built
and games we played
of which, to friends
we’ll later boast,
'No you cannot beat
a day- at the coast!’
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