The Glades

< Better grab out the coco-butter Even those designer shades All hearts will begin to flutter Cause were off to the glades Hear me right for I did not stutter Best hurry up before the sun fades Look for keys later father did utter All aboard now we got it made Nothing like ocean's viewing I rather smother Knowing once again to return upon it's raid Each and every year oh my brother Think I will even bring the poor old maid Because she's like no other In her class she passes the grade Now get your head out of the gutters Grow up cause noone is getting laid Oh my goodness good crothers Written by Katherine Stella Entry For Linda Marie's Beach Blanket Bingo Acrostic Contest G.L. All