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Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!
~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby
They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~
Piggy asks him if
There are other people on
The island with 'em
He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear -
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??
Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!
Waves are rolling kids laugh silly
Off my feet what fun oh dilly
For Andrea's Contest
It happened so many years ago
I remember it like today
The sun was hot you had to know
When Granny went swimming I say
Now Granny's eyes had a twinkle
She was loved by one and all
Not ashamed of any wrinkle
Trouble walking since her fall
So the two o us we helped her
Walk into the water so blue
And as we mad the water stir
What would happen no one knew
Now Granny was a show off
She had a trick or two
We stood back just far enough
To see what she can do
Granny did a perfect front roll
In water never the less
When up she came it took a toll
She was in a great big mess
For Granny had no teth at all
She lost them with her trick
The grand kids laughed they had to crawl
While the adults were queasy and sick
Diving and diving we kept it up
We had to find those teeth
A Grand Kid using a discarded cup
Found those teeth in water beneath
Now as I walk that beach today
Those memories keep coming
Of the day that Granny lost her teeth
And the fun we had in sunning
True story. We love and miss Granny.
June 8th, 2013.
Soon the curious swelled to a mob.
as they gathered to gape at the glob.
Someone prods with a stick.
as another screams: " Quick!"
"We must run for our lives! It's the Blob!"
Remembering, sex, sounds, Miles in the Sky,
Jaegermeister, O, bad, when, warm, why?
‘Tis apres ski! o me, o my, not for these hot antipodae.
No more, forever. Now, just, the
On the beach.
Serendip morning, perfect,
Palm-fronded, dawning, blue and silver, beige sand,
Sizzling, the sound, aroma!
Bacon and banana, coffee, toast,
Scrambled egg, red-hot chili, O ginger, garlic,
Tomatoes! Heal me!
Sometime, later, sorbet, maybe,
What? Champagne? Oh no, please, save me.
Then, leaning, her
Succulent, breast, almost, tipping, rudely, slow,
No. She flips it, back in, coolly…oh?
Burping, yawning, randy.
Sun, dazzling, the shades, cool, handy,
Oh yes, smile…the…(sleep?)
Razzling has made me lazy,
My poisoned brain, short-circuiting, crazy, I
Sip, hair of dog, ill-considered,
Breakfast, Bloody, Mary.
Surf, thuds, on. And my head,
Points, to the sea,
Swimming, turning, catching it,
Wanting cleaning, cleansing, clearing, body
Surfing? No, slowing, sucked back, rolling,
Sinuses swizzled, I,
Tumbled and twirled, am,
Dumped. By the first, little, shore-break, of the morning.
Then, slowly, recreated,
Finned, crawling and gasping like
The first air-breather, but
Back, on that vibrating beach,
I know a seagull named freckle head Sam,
he plays on the beach in the hot sand.
Likes Wildwood and Cape May too,
because there's always something to do.
Eats curly fries right from your hand,
that dirty seagulll freckle head Sam.
Pretzels, popcorn, and ice cream too,
he eats everything you know it's true.
So beware if your out on the beach,
keep your food out of reach.
For freckle head Sam is always close by,
ready to swoop down from the sky.
i lay day by day
watch them play
some lay in the sand
hand to hand
the skin you can bear
i admit this
WATCHR OF BEACH WEAR
Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler crabs..
The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...
He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...
And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a shack in this unsafe place always threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his dirty sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...
The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind,
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around with sad eyes
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" The beach entertainer whispers.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci