August 18, 1992 (I was 47)
Action at Hapuna: just like a commercial
She was just another young
blonde on the beach
trying to keep certain
local boys just out of reach
but most certainly standing
within their sight
They panted long enough to
hope she also might
She thought she was cool as
a rule
knew how long she could
tease and fool
sifting hair in the breeze
putting lotion to her legs
She doesn’t notice any Kane
who sits up and begs
She wants the hunk hunched
over plate lunch
knows his indifference is
the coolest of stunts
She ambles nearer keeps the
pack at bay
and thinks she knows
exactly what he will say
Then a long brown nymphette
in a g-string
hands a Coca-Cola to the
Real Thing
“She’s so So-Cal, mama
Hawaiian, she only 16”
whispers muttered by the
dogs on the scene
The couple dash with boards
to the surf
the blonde takes a towel to
old people turf
You’d think some gentle
kanaka might
hula on over with a lei and
a Sprite
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