Yesterday we went to the beach at low tide.
Dearly Beloved asked did I need help getting down.
Of course not. I ca– oops! swoosh! splat!!!
No spring break kids on this beach. If you’re coming for contemplation and serenity, this is the place. If you’re coming to meet guys, Gertrude, the pickings are slim. Even if you see one, he’s apt to be running.
Move on, Gertrude. That one is mine.