the bored starfish
	Squirty the starfish was really bored with lying on the strand bored of all the frothy waves and bored with all the sand He thought he'd play some little games to pass away the hours he counted his legs fifty times and impersonated flowers He noticed a page from a newspaper and wriggled there with speed then he realised his dumb mistake he'd never learnt to read! He gazed at the heat haze on the dunes still bored as he could be he really hoped the tide would turn and take him out to sea He sighed and squinted at the sea and he saw something more it was another little starfish a-wriggling up the shore Squishy was the stranger's name (she had five legs as well) she came over from Hawaii in a boat made from a shell Squirty is no longer bored with lying on the strand he plays in all the frothy waves with Squishy on the sand @ Karen Birch 1997
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