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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We all went down to the beach today; it was hot as hot can be. The carpark was full, Dad got cross and my sister wanted a wee. The picnic basket handles broke, our food tossed in the sand. Then crunchy rolls, warm drinks and mush was all we had….and sand. Our sun umbrella had a hole, our beachball was quite flat. It’s just as well we had 15+ and Mum remembered hats. So, we got settled on our towels, Dad blew our floaties up. It’s great how blue his face can go, who cares? Surfs up! The water was cold, still in we went, through seaweed long and gooey. Until I screamed and threw a fit, I’d wrestled with a bluey! Now Mum came running at a sprint, her fat bobbed up and down. With all the beach bods looking up and Dad just looking down. She dodged the eskies and the towels, weaving here and there. But kids, dogs, buckets and spades, just didn’t have a prayer! Well, little me was taking water when Mum and Dad arrived. I’d fallen flat upon my back, I gulped to stay alive! They got me out and brought me to, I’d passed out in a haze. As they watched the lifeguard pick me up, yup one of my bad days. The crowd it scattered and we saw a really yummy sight. Mr Whippy had arrived, it filled us with delight. The sand was hot, we did a dance to get the ice-creams back. We just sat down to get stuck in and I wore mine in my lap! When we were calm and all was well, we went off for a walk. Along the beach and through the dunes but all they did was gawk! My head was screaming from the aches, my feet all cut by shells, Dad decided to catch a fish and YUK it really smells! My sis’ and I began to build big castles in the sand. I only wished she’d lighten up and quit stomping on my hand! The sun was getting low and so we thought we’d call it quits. ‘Cause if we weren’t at home real soon, I’d rip my sis’ to bits! The car was packed, we’re all ticked off, the traffic moved so slow. The weather hot, the fan it broke, we had so far to go. Now sis’ and I had had enough, she’d wet her pants again. I couldn’t wait for this day to end so I could feel sane. I’m thankfully in bed at last, I’m dying just to snooze. I’m bruised, cut, sunburnt a lot from my Big Beach Day Blues
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