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Here’s my daily skinny! I think it’s pretty self-explanatory 🙂 If you’d like to see a few pics or vids and vids from our unsuccessful whale-watching excursion, just click the links. The sea was pretty rough–small boat, biggish waves. The poor kids on the boat got sick several times, and their dad wasn’t having a great time either. But a day on the water is always a win.
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Laura, I love this poem, and the concept of spyhopping—maybe the President aught to try that to find out what’s really going on…Thanks for your poem and for taking us whale watching! My post will be up later tonight, I took the afternoon off and viewed a number of exhibits at the Art Institute of Chicago.
Love your skinny, Laura! I’ve only been whale watching once, and the experience was similar to yours in that we saw very few whales. But still a unique experience.
It’s hard finding whales. I went on a whale watch over a year ago off Gloucester, MA and glimpsed a few. It’s nice to be out there anyway, even if you see only a buoy.
Pretty funny — although I’m sure it’s annoying, too!
Several years ago, I got to go whale-watching in Alaska. Your poem describes it perfectly!
LOL. “The whales did not participate.” It was like when we went to Iceland and got up at 3AM to see the northern lights. Erm, yeah, I’m still looking. Ah, well. It’s the adventure of the thing sometimes. Always prepared for adventure…
Ah … that reminds me of some good memories. Yes, lots of buoys, but also all that water and sea air. I hope the good outweighed the bad for the kids and their dad.
This form is the perfect choice to capture your experience with the repetition of “buoy”! lol Our one whale watching experience included lots of unexpectedly choppy waters, copious amounts of vomiting (not us thankfully) and a broken ankle for a passenger. No whales either. It was memorable though!
I love these skinny poems. Getting seasick (or having others around you get seasick) sounds rough!
I love it! Happy National Poetry Month.:)
Ha, this made me laugh. I’ve never had the opportunity to go whale watching but I’m guessing I’d see buoy after buoy. 😀
I definitely know this feeling! Your skinny poem is fun. Thank you for sharing, and happy Poetry Month!