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I cheerfully headed for the beach one July noon,
being very anxious and much adventurous;
what I witnessed encountering a fat raccoon,
can't be mentioned...it is short of stupendous!
I strolled down the busy boardwalk so pallid without tan,
looking neat and clean but not being aware of the surroundings,
of those seagulls with thick feathers feeding from a tuna can;
the red-faced boy shouted, " Look out for the seagulls droppings!
I kept walking eating my ice cream, not hearing wings swoop,
then I felt something hit me with an unpleasant smell,
" Who squirted this liquid can go to hell! " as I slipped and fell;
" Sir, I warned you, this beach is polluted with ugly poop! "