Susie of Plymouth,
A mother always to two,
Furry or fur less.

See that woman there?
Always looking and crouching.
Always shells she seeks.

Blistering sunshine,
Cool winds, lapping waves, palm trees.
Her eyes hunt for shells.

Ooo what's that? She thinks,
Stop, Squat, rummage, pick, repeat,
Bliss can take many forms.

What's that? She wonders,
She stoops and starts rummaging,
Smiling to herself

A few different attempts for birthday cards. Not really happy with most of them.