Tin Cans on the Beach

Inspired by trips to the local beach.

It’s more fun here when the tide is in.

Strong winds make the waves faster,

The foam like overflowing beer.

The litter picker takes the cans.

It has to be official-

You have to have the tongs,

Otherwise I would pick them up,

And maybe get infected.

A whole shift of picking cans

Would be too strenuous for me,

So I won’t present myself

To be issued with tongs.

Instead I’ll sit and watch the sea.

Some rats are watching here with me,

A large one and a small one;

A mother rat and baby.

They’re just a little family,

So I won’t report them

To tong-wielding officials.