Pauline One Two Three


Removed her shoes

And walked into the sea

She was painting its glass

With a careful brush

So those onshore

Could admire its blush

For this was an opaque day

An opaque day late of year

And that was all that was important

Her sensible shoes remained on the beach

They remained quite silent

As she was out of reach

They remained quite silent

As she was out of reach

They remained quite silent