My mother thought A.A. Milne’s Old Sailor in Now We Are Six was dreadful. I think she was trying to teach us something, but I never really learned.
The poem tells of a sailor shipwrecked on a desert island who just couldn’t make up his mind about what he should do first to ensure his survival; it ends:
And so in the end he did nothing at all,
But basked on the shingle wrapped up in a shawl.
And I think it was dreadful the way he behaved –
He did nothing but basking until he was saved!
Story of my life!
Happy basking, everyone!