I went down to the outing sea Taking Cecilia along with me. For we had bought ourselves luncheons each -- And we sat down on the beach. We got sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose, And sand in the sandwiches added to our woes. Whenever a bad nor'wester blows, Picnics on the beach Are just no-go's. The sea looked frigidly cold and white. Half blown away we took our flight. I dragged Cecilia on by the hand, Because of shoes full of sand. We had sand in the eyes and ears and nose, And sand in the stomach, I suppose -- Whenever a bad nor'wester blows. Picnics on the beach Are sure no-go's. Of course there could be no romance; Soft words and whispers had no chance; We tried to talk, but had to shout -- Everything else was out. When we got home, we had sand in the hair, Down the neck, in the shoes, and everywhere; Whenever a bad nor'wester blows, Cecilia says beaches are No place for beaus. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 1 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MODERN LOVE: 34 by GEORGE MEREDITH BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN EPITAPH ON A CHILD by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 6. ON THE CORK PACKET, 1837 by T. BAKER |