Donna Jones Poet Quatrain

Picnics and Sand

Now I know that beach side picnics and sand
No matter how careful the planning go hand in hand
But it seems whether you sit or whether you stand
Nothing quite goes as you had planned

It doesn't really care where it goes
And I don't just mean between your toes
In your eyes and up your nose
And it doesn't smell like a bleeping rose!

In my shoes and down my shorts
I believe with demons this stuff consorts
To going naked I might resort
And I know I've swallowed at least a quart

When this picnic is over and back home I go
To the warm water of the showers flow
I'll wonder if your troubles are the same as mine
Do you have sand stuck where the sun doesn't shine?

©Donna Jones

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Timothy Hicks May 3, 2013 at 12:09 AM Ha ha I loved your last line! There are some places the sun refuses to even go... funny stuff! Though I live ten hours from the sea, by car, I really do love the ocean. Even the pesky sand in unspeakable areas is worth the trip! Donna Jones May 3, 2013 at 5:32 AM Yes the sounds and smell...and the awesomeness of just feeling small...feeling the power of it...God is good..have a great weekend....

Andrea Dietrich April 13, 2013 at 7:26 AM Now why didn't I ever fave this one before. I am reading it again and still loving its humor . A FAVE Donna Jones April 13, 2013 at 9:45 AM Again Andrea you make me smile.......Donna

Sara Kendrick March 28, 2013 at 7:00 AM I have heard it said by someone that they had that problem..Cute one..I got a chuckle..Thanks for the many visits to my work..Your presence is always welcomed..Sara Donna Jones March 28, 2013 at 4:59 PM Thanks Sara...glad you got a smile....Donna

Jeremy Martin March 27, 2013 at 8:29 PM Hi Donna, I want to go to the beach now, but I'm stuck in cold, cold New Hampshire :/. Nice work! Donna Jones March 27, 2013 at 9:34 PM Well maybe it will warm up soon or you can take a summer vacation to roll in the warm sand...thanks for stopping....Donna

Painted Hunter March 26, 2013 at 7:21 AM Haha...YES, I do. Donna Jones March 26, 2013 at 7:42 AM Well good luck!!!!!! Careful now Caleb....don't damage anything!

Richard D Seal March 25, 2013 at 9:09 PM Lol, yes Donna , been there lots of times, especially the last line, an you can take it from me is no better with no clothes on lol. Take care, Regards Richard Donna Jones March 26, 2013 at 7:43 AM Well OK....Richard....I'll take your word for it....thanks for..making me laugh...Donna

Jack Jordan March 25, 2013 at 3:54 PM Yes indeed! And what about ants? They come from nowhere, or so it seems. Very nice; I like the lightness of it. Jack Donna Jones March 26, 2013 at 7:44 AM Ain't it the truth Jack.....where do the buggers come from....glad you liked it....great day to ya....Donna

Eileen Manassian March 24, 2013 at 6:45 PM HA HA HA HA HA HA! Loved this one, Donna! We need a good laugh every now and then! hugs! Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 6:59 PM Well good! Thanks Eileen ...Donna

Richard Lamoureux March 24, 2013 at 5:51 PM You made me smile as well, this is great. Thanks for making me chuckle. Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 7:02 PM Well Richard...some stuff You just cant make any funnier than the truth! Haha....Donna...

Connie Gildersleeve March 24, 2013 at 4:58 PM Hahahaha, oh yes the feeling has been felt. I was tossed around in the Atlantic Ocean like a dish rag. Legs and arms skinned raw. Blood, sand and who knows what other things that were grounded into skin and clothes. I needed a good laugh tonight. Surgery is two days a way. Thanks Donna for sharing your delightful poem. Warm Smiles Always, Connie. Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 5:04 PM Well glad it made you smile Connie...hope the surgery isn't anything serious...in my prayers...Donna Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 4:59 PM Hope they are good memories!!! Thanks for stopping Harry....Donna

Harry Horsman March 24, 2013 at 4:50 PM oh you bring so many memories here, Donna,, love this wonderful poetry of yours... Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 5:03 PM Hope they are good memories!!! Thanks for stopping byHarry...Donna

James Marshall Goff March 24, 2013 at 7:18 AM Makin' me smile today, Donna. Thanks! Jimbo Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 7:31 AM Good..then I accomplished my goal. Happy day! Donna

Kash Poet March 24, 2013 at 5:43 AM Hahaha..enjoyed the fun very much Donna!Great poem! Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 7:32 AM Thanks Kash so glad ya did......Donna

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri March 24, 2013 at 2:36 AM Wow kudos for a sandy beachcomber's poem! Yeah i get all fild with sand in my shoes too when i return frm d beach. Super rhymin here Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 7:34 AM Hey..thanks for stopping by to read my poem, I appreciate it...glad you enjoyed....Donna Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 7:33 AM

Russell Sivey March 23, 2013 at 9:06 PM Ha ha, this is such a clever and funny write my friend! I really enjoyed reading this amazing poem this evening! You have delighted me to no end with this tremendous piece! What an impressive poem, Great Work!! Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 9:32 PM Glad you got a chuckle Russell....Donna

Jack Ellison March 23, 2013 at 8:05 PM You've been getting some great reviews on your poetry and for good reason, sweet thing! BTW, if you decide to go naked, could you please send me a pic! As a former graphic artist, I admire the beauty of the female form! (wink wink) Oh oh, I'm being naughty! LOL Love, the old geezer! xoxoxox Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 9:34 PM Well this 53 year old body looks more like bread that needs to rise now...but 30 years ago......I'd have given ya a peek! Haha. Donna

Andrea Dietrich March 23, 2013 at 7:36 PM wow, this was awesome!! Such cleverness and humor. You did a great job writing this one. Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 9:36 PM Thanks Andrea ...isn't it funny...for me anyway..no matter what I'm doing I seem to jot down notes to write about my day...

Andrea Dietrich March 23, 2013 at 7:35 PM so what is the difference between a rolex and a Timex? hahaha. Let me read your poem now. Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 9:36 PM Everybody wants one!!!!!!!!

John Posey March 23, 2013 at 6:19 PM LOL.... Great fun here. and yes sand can migrate to who knows where. Just from reading your hilarious poem I'm finding sand in my socks, shorts and sandals.... OoooH, the power of sand........ Jake Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 6:48 PM Yes....I find it in my shoes for days no matter how many..times I shake them out...glad you enjoyed...Donna

Ilene Bauer March 23, 2013 at 6:07 PM very funny! Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 6:49 PM Thanks Ilene.....:-) Donna

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire March 23, 2013 at 4:50 PM Dear Donna,Hope this finds YOU Healthy and High in the Spirit. Funny I like this Believe it or not I have a fresh water beach 500 feet behind the cabin. I've been on Pic-nics and yes sand where the Sun doesn't shine Superb PEN, -- As far as the Sonnet for Andrea I did it wrong All the sonnets I've read today are 10 silables per line Mine very between 10 and 13 "If at First YOU don't succeed-" If the contest were sponsored by Francine Roberts it would not be considered.I don't know Richard Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 6:54 PM Well I am glad you enjoyed Harry...I guess the fun comes from getting the sand in those places....haha...I really do love the beach and picnics but had notes for this funny so thought I'd post it.....Donna Hgarvey Daniel Esquire March 23, 2013 at 4:54 PM but I have time to change it before the Contest Closes. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Eternal Silent, Secret LOVER. ..Harry

Ndaba Sibanda March 23, 2013 at 4:18 PM Beautiful poem. l enjoyed reading it! Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 6:59 PM Thank you so much Ndaba...blessings...Donna

Michael J. Falotico March 23, 2013 at 2:18 PM Wonderful piece.. very enjoyed your work today... Michael Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 4:13 PM Thank you Michael ...appreciate you reading....Donna

Anne-Lise Andresen March 23, 2013 at 1:58 PM - You have probably one kilogram sand with you home from the beach - cute and enjoyable poem Donna. - Have a great weekend! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 4:16 PM We have many wonderful sandy beaches at some beautiful lakes in Oklahoma...and despite my poem...I love to go enjoy them...just having fun....thanks for reading.... Donna

Lisa Stoffer March 23, 2013 at 1:57 PM I am well familiar with this every time I go to the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore. You've brought back happy memories. Thank you for that. Donna Jones March 23, 2013 at 4:18 PM Well here's to more sandy times ahead for us both! Thanks ford stopping...Donna