When the scene is so bucolic
Everyone is bound to frolic!
In he goes (he's not too brave!)
And he gets knocked over by the very first wave!
I didn't catch the frothing fall,
The rogue wave pounding over all,
But I think I caught the shocked expression!
He says he enjoyed his ocean session!
Out from England, not an Aussie,
He wasn't quite a Life Guard, was he!
But he's coming back next year.
To be attacked by sharks? No fear!
(OK! Bucolic is a word,
Seldom written, seldom heard,
That appertains to the countryside!
So some may say I sort of lied!
But the weather then was such perfection
My verbiage went in that direction.
Take it or leave it! Don't be picky!
Rhyming words is often tricky!
Can you put on a better show?
Time for the news now! I must go!)
A case of accident-prone here:
See tomorrow's blog for an interloper.