So here is Miss Sandy Nose, aka Lola Brownlee, on Weymouth beach… she adores the sand. I do not. I really do not like sand. I like looking at sand and sea, and have lived near the sea as a child and teenager and young adult for many, many years. I have the ear damage to prove it. I like sea VIEWS.
Today’s poem, as promised, is by Anon., that most prolific of poets. And illustrates why it is healthy to take a cautious attitude to anything sea-related. This limerick poem is printed in the Kingfisher Book of Comic Verse, a book which contains several other absolute favourites of mine. A limerick always has the same rhythm and rhyming pattern… AABBA, and usually 8-9 syllables in the ‘A’ rhyming lines and 5 in the rhyming ‘B’ lines.
A Sea-Serpent Saw a Big Tanker
A sea-serpent saw a big tanker,
Bit a hole in her side and then sank her.
It swallowed the crew
In a minute of two,
And then picked its teeth with the anchor.
What does a sea monster eat?
¡sdᴉɥs puɐ ɥsᴉɟ