Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas Eve at the Beach

Twas the day before Christmas and down on the beach
The ships were still sailing, well out of reach
The fossils were strewn on the beach all at random
While Skye was charging about with abandon
Mama in her neckerchief and I in my cap
Were watching the eagles, who were trying to nap
When out on the the Bay, there arose a great quacking

I'm afraid that the rest of this poem is lacking...

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