Limericks by the Sea
Little islands dot the sea,
People are swimming happily.
They throw their nets out,
The boats are swaying all about.
The sunset as pink as could be.
A stone house village ever so small,
Clear blue water around it all.
Drinking beers the old men play,
Boules near the end of the day.
I’m jumping off the harbour wall.
Pinecone cricket is loads of fun,
It makes a person really run.
Hit the pinecone with all your might,
Make it fly out of sight.
Now the pinecone cricket is done.