It’s never easy to reach
a conclusion;
and even less easy
to reach a beach,
unless you are near one,
and can travel that way.
.
“Why the title?” you ask.
.
Well, gentle reader,
a poem must have a title,
or else untitled it is;
or titled ‘Untitled’
if you do desire,
written by a nun
or a non
in a choir.
.
“That’s just silly!”
commented the gentle reader,
his boots all aglow.
“What is all this nonsense?”
.
Aside: ‘The gentle reader must go!’
.
We met on a beach,
face to face,
toe to toe,
I offered the reader a lifeline,
it was tied to a speedboat just so.
Twice round the harbour,
once round the block,
when he returned,
I had a custard-filled sock.
.
“Whack!” went the sound effect.
.
“Ow!” the reply.
.
Now there was a death on the beach;
and, as to the title: that’s why.
Graeme Sandford 