Sea Side Sights

At the sea side sea gulls glide and call for food
They steal some old chips from a discarded plate
Then gobble them up. To them it must taste good.

I say to myself I hope it’s not too late
To get served for lunch, it’s nearly two o’clock.
I might get something to eat at any rate.

I look out to the sea and see a big rock
A big woman sunbathing naked on it
Except for her right foot which bares a red sock

Then all of a sudden she rises to sit
And starts to wind a ball of red wool to knit.

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Mary Ricketts

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I was born in Hounslow, Middlesex, England into an upper working/lower middle class family in 1942. I now live in Northamptonshire, England and since I am a widow and retired, I depend on the university of the third age to frame my weekly activities. I have two grown up children but no grandchildren. I like reading, singing, country dancing,scrabble, mahjong, board games, knitting, strolling, pubs. I don't like housework and gardening very much. I am bipolar but helped by lithium. I also have acid reflux, a suspected heart murmur, possibly glaucoma too. That's all for now folks. I'll add to the list as I go along, so long as I can.
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