Bunk work
Embark to the beach location with a smirk
A nice drive to the water
Commit to a spot on the sand without a stir
Have to put sun block on
Bring your beach chair to sit upon
Lunch time
A cooler full of soda beer or wine
Notice the stress leaving great you did your part
Kiss the lips of your sweetheart
Enter the water
Towel dry off him or her
Baste in the sun
Ice for your drink oh what fun
Nap
Go home recap
Oblige yourself to go again soon
Kevin Clark.
This is for Linda Marie's contest
A Vacation at the Beach
By Elton Camp
Roscoe looked forward to his vacation all year
“I hate the city and want to get away from here.”
The mountains were where he usually went,
But this time, it was at the beach it was spent
Roscoe spent all day on the sand enjoying the sun
But later on that night, he wasn’t having much fun
His skin felt sensitive and began to radiate heat
And by the next morning, it turned as red as a beet
Because of his lack of good sense, Roscoe did earn
Face, back, trunk, arms legs painful first degree burn
Outer layer of his skin peeled off. He looked a fright
Never again a vacation spent on beach did him delight
Sitting by the beach one summers day
I turned to my girlfriend to say
Shall we go for a swim
It's cold not too grim
Splish splashing in love do we play
Two bodies now exit the cold blue
Only one of us appears to be true
Now shapely and pert
Her body so alert
My desire is now to pursue
To the beach towel she says on the turn
My love you've turned into a worm
The cold water has spoken
At least it's a token
When warmed I'm sure it will squirm
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As the sun baked the bathers
No one thought to observe the sea
For out in the distance came
A monster from beneath.
With stealth, developed for water
It approached the waiting shore.
Before the bathers knew it
They were, just no more.
The monster had escaped the ocean
Now, it had no bounds.
It was enticed by all the differences
As it heard all the new sounds.
It wandered from the beach now
With intentions, just to eat
The monster had no feelings
As it walked now on its feet.
It went on chasing people
To catch them and consume
The people ran in horror
As they faced impending doom.
The monster, now, it tired;
Bored with its new sport
It turned and changed direction
And went back then to the port.
For there among the boats
Were people, more, to eat.
But the monster kept on going,
He now had tired feet.
For never really walking
The monster tired fast
He went back in the water
Where the pain then wouldn’t last.
He wadded in the water
In shallow depths near shore
The beach dwellers had smartened, though,
And baked themselves no more.