Little surfer chic
Cleaning out my clock.
Including a schematic,
Of your sensory socks.
Please care to move your foot
While
Rubbing round my leg,
Like a little surfer chic
Stroking it again.
Your sitting on a wave
Or riding my surf board
And I’m a shark in your ocean
While you swim from the shore.
Little hippy chic
I’ll rest my jaws on you
A playful bite
Of a white
Whose ballast
Floats here too.
So little surfer girl
take a trip to your beach
And I’ll dig your hole
With my shovel
Until the ocean I’ve reached.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
It sounds like the Beach Boys on some serious mind-altering substances. Wonderful! -chuck
Fun, clever, playful! ! (like the author perchance!) Good write David. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting write..........