National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Wednesday, 11 April 2018

Beached whale

Day 11. 



I gave up sun bathing
when I started to gain weight
Wearing a black swin suit
Didnt help my fate

I was laying in the sunshine
Sleeping on the sand
When suddenly I woke up
snagged  by many hands

Before I could even scream
I suddenly felt the dread
Had a pail of water
Thrown upon my head

I couldn't breath or shout out
They I heard them say
Yes we have a beached whale.
RSPCA





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