Tag Archives: #sea

Never say ‘Haibun’ on a boat

Never say ‘Haibun’

when at sea, upon a boat;

your dog, might not float.

It is said, by some, that you should never say ‘Rabbit’ in a boat. The reason being, that your dog, if there is one present, might leap up, in search of said ‘Rabbit’ and go overboard in its efforts to chase it.

This has probably happened in the distant, and dim, past, and may even have some grounding in a far removed event. Dogs do love to chase things; some dogs are trained to chase rabbits. It might even be a built in memory of previous dog generations where an ancestral mutt ploughed headlong into a field after its prey.

A point, at this point, I don’t know whether the above applies to hares or not – that information I haven’t got. They are virtually the same, apart from: the name, the mad March thing, the longer ears, and not much else – to suggest that there is any real difference would only be splitting ha—

Anyway, never should you say, ‘Rabbit’, ‘habit’, ‘jab it!’, ‘dab it!’ or the like, when you are all at sea, in a sea-worthy, sea-going craft.

I laughed, when I first heard of this, and thought it no more than a silly myth.

Heading to see soon after, with Minster the Dachshund in tow, I happened to call across to the master of the vessel, ‘I’m sorry we delayed your departure time, the train was cancelled, we got to the station much later than anticipated, and in order to get here roughly on time, we had to cab it!’

Poor, Minster. It took her hours to swim back to port.

We love to Bee by the Sea

A is, for argument’s sake, Apple

B is for Bee,

C is for the Chive Mind

that thinks that D is for Dapple,

or Daffodil – which do you choose?

E is for Ever,

F is for Forever,

G is neither;

but G is for Grae, me.

And I love to bee by the sea.

The sea – a song

The sea is so invigorating,

it brings my heart such joy

I’ve lived upon the ocean

since I was a little buoy;

floating around,floating around,

a cloud in the sky-

metaphorically speaking,

that cloud is I.

Rather the bather

Rather the bather than me

taking a dip in the sea;

It’s too cold to endure,

so I’ll stay on the shore,

a choice of which I agree.

Where is the rain that they promised?

Where is the rain that they promised?

The Sun is now shining on me;

I wanted to get wet to the skin,

like the fishes that swim in the sea.

There are no Rainbows

There are no Rainbows

under the sea.

I don’t know

if that’s true or not;

but, it seems a distinct possibility

to a person like me.

A Bee and a Butterfly went to Sea.

A Bee and a Butterfly went to sea

in a dark blue sailing boat;

whilst on the sea,

they drank green tea,

and had no adventures to note.


But, on the way back,

the sky turned black,

the boat capsized and sank.

‘Oh, no!’ you cried, ‘They must have died!

Or what Saviour can we thank?’


However, the Bee and the Butterfly

did not die,

they simply flew away,

to sail again, upon glistening seas,

on some such other day .

See Saw – a tongue-twister?

I saw the sea-saw,

and the see-saw saw me;

I went to sea,

and I saw that the see-saw went to see, too;

At sea, I saw the sea,

and I saw that the see-saw see the sea, too;

I met Saucy Sue at sea,

and I saw the see-saw meet Saucy Sue at sea – didn’t you?

I wish…

I wish I was a poet

a-swimming in the sea;

or do I mean a fish –

it’s all gone wrong for me.

To See the Sea

She went to sea

to see the sea,

and whilst she was there

she saw me;

she turned around

and headed home

no more to sail,

no more to roam.