A happy young man

Smiles at everyone he can

As he walks on the beach by the sea.

He doesn’t care for global warming

Just ’bout the waves that keep reforming

Two miles south of the island of Capri.

He never once complains

When suddenly it rains.

He takes the weather coolly in his stride.

It s only when they come

He knows it’s over with the fun

And he ponders if there’s somewhere he can hide.

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Three men dressed in white

Quite unaccustomed to the light

Sprint in his direction from their van.

They all hate the jobs they hold

And much prefer the cold

From the beach they keep a wide berth if they can.

They’ve  all forgotten how to love

The sight of blue skies just above

Or the sunset of a perfect summer’s day.

But of one thing they are sure

That for happiness there’s a cure

And they won’t let this poor escapee get away.

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One happy young man

Who bears a shining brown suntan

Has no option but to run into the sea

The white dressed men now in pursuit

Will for sure not follow suit

Because wet is one thing that they will not be.

After swimming for a while

Our Mr. Happy turns to smile

As the men pack up their stuff and drive away.

And there’s an island far from here

Where our hero’s drinking beer

And happiness surrounds his every day.

© 2010 Steve Taite. All rights reserved.
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