Miscellaneous:

[JolieH]

A day at the beach is never so grand
as when I have my beach banquet in hand.
I stretch out my legs, look to the sea, and
take a quick look to see who else is around.

What lies between me and the glittering sea,
is a buttery babe and her oleaginous snacks.
Her cellulite thighs and whopping big arms,
are wrapped around an oversized icebox.

Quickly, I focus on the bowing white caps,
contrasting sail boats dot horizon.
Then resting my head on the soft terry towel,
the sound of the tide, and sweet smell of salt air,
soon brisk me away to an early days dream.

Suddenly, Screams wail out
from an old wooden pier, where
Edvard Munch stands, hands on his ears,
as crunching chips and crackling sacks
take precedence over the smooth sounding surf.
Searchlight and skipper send out a signal.

When on the bow of an incoming vessel,
a muscular man, tanned from the sun,
plays songs through giant conch shell.
Like a compass made of soldiers lined up in rows.
thin figured babes in bikinis turn in formation,
directing the muscular man to the shore

He spots the buttery babe on the beach
in her repugnant custom of devouring cake.
All in a row, they march from the vessel
to where the buttery babe sits on the sand.
His tan, muscled arms gleam in the sun,
as he rises his giant conch shell,
inhaling the wind that rides on the surf,
he bellows out “Rock-a-hula baby.”

Like a giant whale run aground at low tide,
soda and chips shoot up from her spout.
Cookies, cakes, and fried chicken coating,
rain down a nauseating confetti.
Blubbery chunks, slide off of my umbrella,
and stick to my legs like starving urchins.

Buttery babe jumps up and starts dancing,
her figure fantastic, bosoms bouncing.
She bops her way to the end of the line,
dancing, jumping, and shouting hooray.
all marching on board and waving good bye.

The vessel soon fades-way in the soft clouds,
that appear over head, as I open my eyes.
My watch crystal reflects an unusual light,
that sparkles and shines like a starry night.

Times nearly out, the kids will be home,
There’s dinner to cook and homework to do.
I open my beach banquet to enjoy a quick snack,
but my hunger is gone, I can’t eat a bite.

Before ending my restful day at the beach,
I take a deep breath of sweet salty air, and
one final glance at the sand coated coast.
All that remains between me and the sea
is an oversized ice box that bobs in the surf.

[JolieH]

I guess nobody like my Beach Baby poem. I wrote this at the beginning of the summer. I used some experimental techniques to generate words with relationship to each other. I was dieting, and was planning to go to the beach, so it just came about. I used Rhymezone.com to search words, and then I started making sentences. I thought it was cute.

It has some awkward stanzas, I was hoping for some help to smooth it out.