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
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011
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