Sunday Surfing. Poem by Fay Slimm

Sunday Surfing.

Rating: 5.0


Black clad, rubber-skinned lad
Plods by, hauling his ungainly board.
Determined, barefoot, to solidly pad
Beachward, where wavlets afford
Little real surf - - - - but it's Sunday!
And come rain or shine
It's frog-footed Surf-day!
Rather his effort than mine.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew mark Wilkinson 24 October 2008

I thought it was going to be about surfing the net on a lazy sunday fay, but the other kind is just as good... Andrew 10

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Fay Slimm

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