A Poem by Thayne Whipple
Beach Trip
Jun 28, 2016
I asked my mother if we might
Off to the seashore go.
She said; "my dear, of course we may
But we must pack, you know.
Off to the seashore go.
She said; "my dear, of course we may
But we must pack, you know.
A cooler for our soda pop,
A sandwich and a snack,
A lotion bottle for your nose,
Another for your back.
A sandwich and a snack,
A lotion bottle for your nose,
Another for your back.
A jacket if it's cold outside,
Some shorts in case it's hot,
A surfboard if the waves are big,
A beach-ball if they're not.
Some shorts in case it's hot,
A surfboard if the waves are big,
A beach-ball if they're not.
A colorful umbrella, and
A beach mat made of foam..."
You know, I think I'd rather stay
Right here, and play at home.
A beach mat made of foam..."
You know, I think I'd rather stay
Right here, and play at home.
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