At the beach

Picnic on the beach

with sand on my feet.

I'm about to eat.

Seagulls come to peek.

Eating toast and vegemite,

they all look like they want a bite.

Chuck a piece and they all fight.

The waves come crashing with might.

I don't think that it was right

to have a picnic at this site.

All the dogs run around

and I spot a big black hound

barking and making loud sounds.

The scorching sand cooked my toes

while the waves made me freeze.

Rocks and shells sharp as bows

piercing my feet like arrows.