4 June 2012
The beach house is full of sand,
Colours, never bland.
Its wood has been bleached by the sun,
It is full of undiscovered fun.
It has lots of crannies and nooks,
Has a few battered books.
The beach house has seashells, big and small,
But the owners love them all.
It has unlimited amounts of cherryade,
Feet on the sofa is strongly forbade.
This house is full of the smells of the sea,
I love those smells, me.
The beach house is loved by everyone.
The Beach House • Opuss № I