Golden sands and an azure sky
Nearly noon and the sun sits high
above the beach on which we lie
soaking up the rays.

Slapping on the factor fifty
Looking very slightly shifty
Easy find an empty beach
Suntan on my little peach

Deserted left, deserted right
Sun so hot, sun so bright
Sand too hot to lie straight down
Our skins go golden brown

Skinny dipping in the sea
No one minds, there’s none to see
This island paradise we’ve found
Weekdays on Coochiemudlo.

©joseph r mason 2019