On this tropical beach, one hot summer day
Jim the Trim came, his bod to display
Been workin’ out day and night
Made the girls' eyes burn bright
Next, he's running from muscles that sashay
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
10 April 2015
Soon the curious swelled to a mob.
as they gathered to gape at the glob.
Someone prods with a stick.
as another screams: " Quick!"
"We must run for our lives! It's the Blob!"
Summertime coats your tongue like molasses
Lingering kiss of strawberry lasses
Beneath pastel shade
Bare toes wriggle in beach-salty grasses
If I were an Oscar Meyer donut
Living in a Pacific Island hut
I’d be sweet and sincere
And drink all your light beer
Scruffy beach bum sugar hair like a mutt.
A fair maid took a stroll on the beach,
In the moonlight while eating a peach.
Afraid the juice dripping down
Might soil her gown,
She doffed it and juice ran down each.
For Shells Would Explore
For shells on beach, we would explore,
And when we did was more and more;
To sand stick;
Had found close by or on distant shore.
The stars so bright
On this moonlit night
The waves roll to shore
Nights like this I want more
The beach at midnight
One day with her pet lizard, on a
warm beach lay the sex goddess Shawna.
One who ogled her bust
tried to claim he was just
enthralled by her lovely iguana!
For john freeman's Giggle 2 Contest
Showing off the ultimate bathing fright,
worked all winter preparing a delight.
Laid off the usual beer,
summer now finally here.
His Speedo package outrageous and tight!
*For the battle of the bulge contest It only takes one Speedo to ruin a day at the beach!
Women battling the bulge is no surprise
Being looked at on the beach; the ultimate prize
And when the battle they win
It causes a grin
To notice a different bulge in the men's levis.
My swimmers on, to the beach I ran,
Across the hot, white, squirming sand,
The first wave faced knocked me rotten,
My dad had told me but I'd forgotten,
Jump the waves son if you can.
Retirement, aw yes, looked forward to this time
A cottage on the beach, that would have been fine
But instead here I am
With you guys, hot damn!
Greatest friends I've ever had, so sweet and so kind
© Jack Ellison 2015
If your love life's a beach with no sun,
here's some dating advice 1 0 1.
Don't be boring or stern -
Pay attention and learn
this one thing: Girls just wanna have fun!
WRitten July 1, 2015 for the Triple Threat Poetry Contest of Casarah Nance
to the lake yes to the lake
potato fry fish to bake
this has been mothers cry
birthdays now only rye
if just once we bring a cake
Georgy ran as Georgy can
Across the hot white shifting sand,
His hot foot shuffle
Caused such a kerfuffle,
Kicking sand up as he ran.
Earth's death seems to be in our stars
End comes from the greed planet's scars
But the rich have reach
And will visit the beach
Near estates they've purchased on Mars
Well here we are the last day of school
Let's hit the beach the park and even the pool
The kids are home for the summer
As I start to think I begin to wonder
They going to be home with me hey that's not cool
On the beach sat the fisher McBride
With his pole in a stand by his side
Then suddenly he had a big bite
And his pole took off into flight
Up he sprang, his mouth open wide
Beryl, a beach girl of some girth,
Was paddling for all she was worth,
Her face looked so stark
Being chased by a shark,
As she battled to get out of the surf.
This Club Med lagoon really holds the heat,
with a beach front view and a coral suite.
But the best of all
as we watch it fall
is how they serve up each meal on a sheet!
Zapholus was once his name
One and alone since the storm
Empty oceans, without claim
Nestled him where he was borne
Octopi then made him strong
Round he grew, and twice as long
Mates he saw on a beach
Attacked a male to them reach
Now you know the sea lion's song
There once was a climate change doubter
He really was quite a shouter
Until late one night
The high tide just right
Found the beach house he loved under water
24 December 2015
It drug the beach sand making trenches
causing lightheaded fainting of wenches
the ocean was icy
he stood out quite nicely
even after allowing for shrinkage.
submitted to – Limerick Contest II – for fun – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Jan Allison
A strong hurricane blows across the beach
My umbrella turns inside-out; I screech!
Broadcasting from a cell phone
Rain pelts and there’s no tone
For the first time I’m at a loss for speech
There once was this redbreasted Robin
Who there on the beach was just sobbin’
That sunburn must hurt
It glowed right through her shirt
The view set my parts just a throbbin’