Bora, Bora

On the isle of Bora Bora Ancient are the crafts that lie there. White beaches beckon those who linger and those who taste the salty air. I met a girl there on that island. Later she became my wife. Now aged and wrinkled yet still a beauty my companion for all my life. Now our grand sons, four moreover dig sand fleas on that lovely shore. They play with them a while, then release, only to hunt, and catch a few more. My hotel keeps me surviving. It does more than keep me afloat. I have time for fun and relaxation aboard my golf Cart, car or boat.