This is another of my poems for children of all ages.

It is very fortunate for me that the grammar police have never been issued with tazers.
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Paddles At The Beachside

The rains is gone
the sand are dry
The sun is shone
the bird is fly.

The wavies flow
just like heart beat
I think we go
and paddle our feet.

Image courtesy: Trevor Edwards (Lucky Trev) Sheppey Pictures And Postcards.