It’s impossible to tell
what wild overwhelming urge
drives daring, debonair, dashing youngsters
to summer, sun, sand and water.
Rollicking, rushing, rumbling waves,
crashing, curling, crumbling to the sand;
kings of kinky coloured surfboards ride the crests,
laughing, lolling, fooling around.
All shades of summer sunny hair,
blonde, brown, brunette and black,
waving in the wild whipping whistling wind
colouring the candy collection of the bikini-clad.
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