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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