Stephen Mountain

Rookie (22/01/1985 / Leeds)

Beach - Poem by Stephen Mountain

The Summertime is finally here,
I best grab myself a nice cold beer.
Grab some mates and to the beach we go,
A wonderful place where sand castles grow.

We arrive to the sound of children playing,
I look around and spot a few women I wouldn't mind dating.
We go buy ourselves some ice creams,
To cool us down from the hot sun's beams.

We then find ourselves a spot to sun bathe,
The only thing better is a really great rave.
As I sun bathe I think about the past,
Looking at the donkey rides reminds me of my broken wrist cast.

I was just about to play beach volleyball,
When all of a sudden I recieve a telephone call.
The call was from a girl wanting me to go for a swim in the sea,
In the summertime the beach is the best place to be.


Comments about Beach by Stephen Mountain

  • (5/9/2006 11:30:00 PM)


    nice little ditty, i love the ocean so much. & a cool coors light in my hand makes it that much better. a bit cliche with a few lines- be careful! i'm guilty of it to.
    best care, Sus.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 9, 2006



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