The Kiss From The Sea 1937 A.D. Poem by Thomas Anthony Liddell

Then I searched for THE KISS FROM THE SEA.
We'd travelled and there we were happy to be.
My castles of sand stood tall and proud,
They might even have drawn an admiring crowd. Then a jealous wave encrypted the sands,
'Twas the KISS FROM THE SEA, I started waving my hands.
It was trying to sweep me out to sea,
Of this there was no doubt, you see. I shouted out "Please set me free,
I'm only three years old, It's ME.
But there was not a compartment in the sea
For compassion, pity, or small MERC-Y. I could not believe it, the sea was so cruel,
But I knew I was in for one hell of a duel.
I fought a good fight but 'twas all in vain,
Would I ever see anything ever again? Then an ANGEL FROM HEAVEN plucked me out of the foam,
The next thing I knew we were on our way home.
I now have the answer to this mysterious sum,
A tot's best friend is usually its MUM.