Revised sonnet #157
I headed back to beach in fastest strokes
Instinctively I quit him feelings flipped
I didnt dig his dirty little jokes
I was as beautiful Id kindly quipped
His laughter lure to laughter meant to coax
I gave up giggles known to be tight lipped
I meant to meet the memorable folks
They shaved their private parts and skinny dipped
Theme park that Mission Bay imported sand
The ballast bridge of British Empire boats
And safe as houses not as fine or grand
I swam on beyond the bouys and marker floats
He was a far off knob he bobbed about
Trod water waved at me I sent him pout
Chorus about nigh roughly
