South Beach where all the kites glide,
And all the G-strings I have eyed!
It’s like the waves of the ocean . . .
All the tanned bodies, and suntan lotion –
Life on the beach is fast and slow,
There is so much to do, where to go?
Toes in the sand as time passes on by . . .
O the beautiful women that fills my eyes!
The smell of baked clams is in the air,
Wish you were here instead of there –
It’s just the way it is, you know . . .
If you’ve never been here, you need to go
For all of these G-strings I have eyed . . .
What could be better – you can decide!
Epaphroditus© November 3, 2023
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