The plane fare to the tropic island was $900 (round-trip) ,
and on the island's thorny growth, my Armani swim suit did rip.
Our rustic sleeping accommodations there were another $1000 a night,
and our so-so meals were 'extra', AND prices on their wine list were 'out of sight'!
BUT it's true, we DID find some pretty shells, some broken, some not,
and some very pretty, wave-polished, pink and purple pebbles...we both got
to go along with a dried-up 3-inch-long seahorse, a treasure to be sure, & a fossil
shark tooth & a bikini top of unknown origin [perhaps the result of a friendly boy-girl jostle? ].
Topic(s) of this poem: beach, vacation
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