Come surf on me swell, me white water treat,
Me wave, rest assured, a swelling sweet,
This safe harbor dear, will treat you well,
Hoist me sail, drop me anchor, ring me bell.
Get ready for the steady of me undertow,
Jetty cultivated, for ye ebbing and ye flow,
Fish net covered clam… holy mermaid… thank ye mam,
Thar she blows on me deck, up me mast lass, thar ye go.
She:
A muscle shell, sea water well,
Within the folds, a pearl is held.
Ye rhythm tide I must abide,
This pipeline ride, this longboard slide.
He:
This cresting wave, so timed for peak,
Me carvers board glides ever deep.
Head first I dive towards shell-held pearl,
Towards muscled walls, towards salty seep.
She:
While undertow again pulls strong,
Well practiced strokes where they belong,
To wetted parting, and pearl exposed,
Each building wave, his image posed.
Before me eyes, I dare not close,
Or miss his “carve”, or miss his “cut”,
His chiseled form, his long-board strut,
His lunge, his length… his booty butt!
