- Went to the beach,
- and found the perfect spot,
- up from the waves,
- but near to the sea.
- Tried to hang out,
- but it was not to be.
- In came the tide,
- and with it the sea.
- I had to move my blankets
- Or they'd wash out with the tide.
- I had to move myself,
- though everything hurt when I tried.
- I'd fallen asleep by the sea.
- I'd made the mistake of lying out,
- Sort of like a bleached whale.
- But the sun burned me bad,
- when I fell asleep by the sea.
- So I walked slowly back to the hotel,
- after buying an overpriced bottle of sunburn lotion.
- And I took a painful shower in the room,
- Wishing I had died, feeling kind of peeved,
- for sleeping by the sea.
- Well I learned a lesson from that day,
- I learned to bring sunblock and umbrellas,
- To wear a hat and long sleeves
- when I sleep by the sea.
Chris (inspired by my Sister Susan's trip to Ocean City -- and painful memory)