Yellow Hut Blue Skies The summer promises much Gulls follow our boats The sea is full

A man walks many miles With his daughter They are collecting shells From each beach they visit Which will be painted And sold to other travellers

Floating in the greenish blue waters of the river I feel saturated in your gaze But you are only interested in my perfumes

I am silently judging your grandmother As we sit here on the terrace That overlooks the sea She has sadly lost her looks But the sea retains its beauty

Two rose petals are hidden in my diary I found them in your bed Beneath your breasts I long to be your lover

I am a sensible chap but on occasions I do stupid things On Wednesday I threw stones at a seagull on a beach in Kent Not realising that the bird had travelled from California To teach me about the unlimited freedoms of flight The seagull soon forgave me and helped me to realise That once…

Jack was painting a still life He had chosen two apples One was green the other red Maggie was painting a still life She had chosen two apples One was green the other red Jack was painting from life His subject was Maggie She was holding two apples Maggie was painting from life Her subject…

Julian Nagal once lived near a huge beach in Kent And each day after breakfast he would search the sands For sea shells and pebbles and other interesting things For many years he found nothing of note That was until he discovered two ships named Mary Celeste One and Mary Celeste Two He drew them…

I was on the beach with my beautiful wife when a rather nice looking chap sat more or less in front of us At first I thought he was admiring my wife’s breasts as she always sunbathed topless This did not bother me as I have always considered that beauty should be shared He then…

When I returned home from work my dog Rover was sitting in the kitchen He was silent at first but then started to discuss his knowledge of Ibero-Romance languages Rover always does this to me when he is hungry