February 26, 2019
The waves roll in.
Constantly the warm dark-green crests
Spill into white froth.
Males with with surging hormones,
Prance and preen,
Whiles females giggle and rub on sunscreen.
The women all wear itty bittys,
Their buttocks bare.
The men, their bathing trucks equally colourful
But conservative,
Flaunt smooth rippling chests and arms.
Everyone sports one tattoo or many.
Everyone is drinking Tiger beer.
The dance of life is never ending,
Just like the waves.
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