day_at_seaside

Twas in the month of June when we took a journey to the sea
It was wet and it was windy and it took its toll on me!
I was dressed in my bikini with just a flimsy dress on top
But the wind and rain were howling and all day it didn’t stop!
Since we had travelled such a long way we were determined to have fun
So we bowed our heads together and we prayed we’d get some sun.
We thought that we had cracked it when those clouds they rolled away
Yet still we got a soaking from the waves and from the Ocean spray!
I was sinking to my middle in all that wet and squidgy sand
With the weather we were having there was no hope of ever getting tanned!
We couldn’t eat our picnic ‘cos all our buns they blew away
Man! I have to tell you - that was one really awful day!
Usually an ice-cream would have made our day complete
But all the shops had shut and there was not a soul upon the street!
All the hopes that I had had to buy a hat with funny band
Or to frolic with a beach-ball on the hot and golden sand
Were dashed that day in June when we went down to the sea
Instead I’ve got the shivers, shakes and sniffles and now I need a little TLC!



					Our day at the Seaside
	Cora-E Barras				Twas in the month of June when we took a journey to the sea It was wet and it was windy and it took its toll on me! I was dressed in my bikini with just a flimsy dress on top But the wind and rain were howling and all day it didn’t stop! Since we had travelled such a long way we were determined to have fun So we bowed our heads together and we prayed we’d get some sun. We thought that we had cracked it when those clouds they rolled away Yet still we got a soaking from the waves and from the Ocean spray! I was sinking to my middle in all that wet and squidgy sand With the weather we were having there was no hope of ever getting tanned! We couldn’t eat our picnic ‘cos all our buns they blew away Man! I have to tell you - that was one really awful day! Usually an ice-cream would have made our day complete But all the shops had shut and there was not a soul upon the street! All the hopes that I had had to buy a hat with funny band Or to frolic with a beach-ball on the hot and golden sand Were dashed that day in June when we went down to the sea Instead I’ve got the shivers, shakes and sniffles and now I need a little TLC!



















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