Splendor On the Beach

There I was, a lonely soul, lollin' on a Bermuda beach soakin' up the sun, Where the sand is pink and the rum swizzles will never be outdone! Where college goils from New Joisey and New Yawk flock to each Easter, To frolic on the beaches, find romance and display their comely keister! From across the way I espied this beauty strollin' along the shore. I mused, "Is this the steamy summer love that I've been pinin' for?" The statuesque bikini-clad doll came towards me with a cat-like stride. I could hardly quell the romantic notions that were wellin' up inside! I leapt to my feet, pullin' in my gut and puffin' out my puny chest! (After all! To impress this stunner wouldn't you want to look your best!) "Hi-ya, big fella", she purred, "I've come to Bermuda for a little fun, And my ten-day holiday in this lovely paradise has just begun!" Well, what's a feller to do - I invited her for a Manhattan at the local pub. Afterwards, we sipped champagne and played toesies in a heated tub! Later, strollin' the beach, we noted that old man winkin' at us from the moon. This was enhanced by romantic music serenadin' us from across the lagoon! Things were goin' so well that I just could not believe my good luck. Suddenly, it all ended as if I'd been dinged in the head with a hockey puck! Alas, I had been dreamin' this romantic interlude that was far from borin', When my spouse poked me sayin', "Wake up and stop that infernal snorin'!" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved Placed No. 1 in Sweetheart Of Poetry Soup's "Steamy Summer Love" Contest - Jul 2010