The Sands of Waikiki
There's a story, I would like to sing,
Listen kids, if you've a moment free,
Concerning how I found myself
On the white sands of Waikiki.
One night, I got so roaring drunk,
I stayed drunk for more than one year -
A wild party, I got lit like a skunk,
And met a lovely woman there.
Someone must have spiked the punch
With a hallucinogenic drug -
But she was truly beautiful
So, we cut a crazy rug.
Her long hair was a raven black
Black as leagues below the sea.
Her skin was soft and white -
Is there a thing called silken ivory?
Her lips were of a cherry red
And sometimes they were raspberry -
Whichever on a given day,
They tasted like heaven to me.
With her cat's flashing, laughing eyes,
I don't know what she saw in me.
I was not really seeing her, but
An image of my fantasy.
For the first time, I looked close at her,
And she looked so close at me -
And that is when we sobered up
On the white sands of Waikiki.
And so, finding we were mismatched,
Two of God's precious creatures, we -
Each went on our separate ways,
Leaving the sands of Waikiki.
Your mother will probably warn you
To avoid such parties, so wild.
She might even go on to say,
"It can cost you dearly, child."
But I will fondly remember
This lass who, my heart, did beguile.
The very reason for that is -
She taught me how to smile.
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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