This was how it was supposed to begin. Boy sees Girl on Beach. Boy talks to Girl on Beach. Boy asks Girl on Date. Boy and Girl get married And life happily ever after. This day had all the right ingredients, Save one. He was on the Beach. He was a Boy, But there was no Girl in sight. He was alone. He scuffed his foot on the sand And continued to walk. Then he saw her. Coming through the mists To meet him. She was tall and blonde And had boobs like Pamela Anderson. She was amazing She came running to him, Like in that movie, and They caught each other up in their arms. She quickly planted her lips upon his And would not let him go. He blinked a couple of times And the image vanished, Like the fog would when the sun Decided to show her face. Oh well, the beach wasn’t supposed To be foggy when Boy meets Girl anyway. |