Sonnets from Suburbia: At the Beach
Lady Penelope is at the beach but she’s a little crabby and of course, she has a few complaints. Why am I not surprised?
At the Beach
It’s not all fun and games here at the beach.
The sand that can intrude our private places,
the children who do scream ‘tho we beseech
and SP 50 on our tender faces.
Why bring a towel, ‘t will probably grow soggy.
Thine umbrella will blow away for sure,
or you’ll arrive when it is cold and foggy
and wind will seize belongings not secure.
Why do I often rale against the tide
that peacefully or mostly stays the course?
O’ some of us are better off inside
when nature’s majesty we can’t endorse.
I can’t imagine why I am so crabby.
I must admit this view is not too shabby.
