From Sunbathing to Stinking: My Journey

“From Sunbathing to Stinking: My Journey”

I was once a male grain of sand,

Sunbathing quietly on a plot of land.

Then came this screaming kid,

Who stepped on me, that’s no fib.

I stuck to his tiny white feet,

Which wasn’t a very nice treat.

As there was plenty I wanted to see.

Being just outside the beautiful sea.

There were seagulls flying above my head,

looking for food, down here to be fed.

Also, many wonderful bikini girls that could…

turn up, the fire under my beautiful sandy hood.

But of course, lo and behold I’m stuck,

to a kid’s foot bottom. Just my luck!

Hey, wait, where am I going?

Oh no, he’s jumping in a boat, now rowing!

I can’t see anything now, but I’m free.

Oh, how lucky is me…

Is that a fishing pole?

I smell fish, I hope that isn’t his goal.

He’s pulling the line in and there’s a fish!

Please don’t kid, I got to make a wish.

Please kid, don’t drop him on me. I’ve had enough grief.

Put that fish back into the sea, you fish thief!

Darn it all! It landed on me, now I stink!

Where’s the wine, I need a drink.

All I wanted was to bathe quietly on a plot of land.

And be a just a horny male grain of sand…

With no time for my fun in the sun,

Just a spry child having his fishing fun.

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