For Her Who Went To The Beach Today Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I do admit it freely Sir,
the legs, the movements, it was her.
She entered slowly, splashing some
I was in awe, yelled here I come.
To introduce myself, I'm not
a man or boy, yet I am hot
they call me hooligan, I swim
stay sharp, alert and always trim.
I am a fish but do prefer
two human legs with bits of fur
between them where they hide from eyes
a treasure drove and a surprise.
I spend my days here in the waves
my aim is to inspect all caves,
so when the ladies swim I glide
through moving fabric folds inside.
You see, elastic holds things tight
but movement opens, left and right
a gap due to the pubes a-shifting
and thus, my colleagues see me drifting
with currents easily and happy
while they are pleased with all their crappy
sea creatures small enough to eat,
I enter now the cave of heat.
Then, if I'm lucky, like a stinger,
inside the water, she will linger,
so I explore each nook and cranny
and take a side trip to her fanny.
But in the main I chew and nibble
when now and then, they're known to dribble
while in the water, I could care,
my motto must be laissez-faire!
So now you know, my silly fishes,
some day, you too may have these wishes
by then, I've seen a million caves,
and settled in the one who shaves.
The reason is of course the shrubs,
they trap some plankton and weird grubs
and I do not associate
with lowlifes; it's, at any rate
a personal perogative,
and keeps the little fellow stiff.