Summertime fun
In summertime we have some fun,
each end of week we travel far.
We head towards a spot of sun -
a beach where no one needs a bra.
To swim all free is what I need
and whoop it up upon the sand.
My Maori blood, I must concede,
sometimes gets rather out of hand.
With Heath who wears quite skimpy togs,
the girls all stare at such a sight.
He has to watch out for the dogs
that chase him looking for a bite!
If dogs sniff at my Heath too much,
he yells at them “get lost, nick off!
My weenie thing you cannot touch!”
The guys walk right past Heath and scoff..
The girls who gawk, I tell “Get lost!
Just move away so he can’t stray!"
He’s mine to keep at any cost
so come on Heath let’s go and play.
The guys they hang about near us
with ogle eyes they like to stare
and Heath he glares and starts to cuss
they want to look at my big pair.
"The water's fine!" I call to him
he looks so good I must admit
as he comes in to have a swim
for guys he doesn't give a whit.
We swim and play and fondle too
beneath the surf we can’t be seen.
I often wonder if they knew
others might think we're obscene?
We walk the strand to find a shop
where we can buy a drink with lunch.
Of course I have to don my top,
if just to please my honeybunch.
We have our lunch upon the grass
and watch the people walking past.
We pour a drink and raise our glass
and then we head for home at last.
Hinemoa Giffen June 8, 2008
Author notes
I chose option: A summers day
In a list
A contest entry
- HUGUENAUTIES CONTEST No #33 FOR MEMBERS OF HUGH WYLES' FAVOURITES GROUP ONLY by huguenauties.
750 points, ended June 24, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congratulations Hine on winning Bronze.
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And I thought Heath's poem was a bit much. I'm going to have to start wearing blindfolders when I read the works of you two
Oh wait... that would negate the fun, fun, fun, wouldn't it.
A fun read, Hine
And I'll let you in on a little secret... when Sal and I had a pool where we used to live, we had our own bit of fun 
So right on, girlie 
Dee
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Well Dee, I can't let Heath have all the fun!
WOW Dee! You sound like you had some fun fun fun in the pool GOOD FOR YOU!
Love Hine.
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Oh what fun you two must have when together...cute and fun this poem...Good luck
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OHHH we sure do Darlene, our life is never dull! FUN FUN FUN all the time.
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After the word "grasses" I thought there might be a different rhyme than the one you chose.
This was fun, cute, a little Yemishly silly and still had a sweetness about it...though I do think that maybe seeing Heathcote in a thong might go under the heading of "A Shocking Tale of Horror!"
Would it be rude to bring a camera to that beach?
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OHHH Yem, Camera's are banned on the beaches because too many dirty old men were taking too many rude pics, especially up my grass skirt when I wore it! GEEZ, I'd love to see Heath in a thong on the beach!
What a sight that would be.
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excellent~
Wish I could stand getting out in the sun sun sun
And having fun fun fun...
Excellent and love the pic too makes me wish I was there wah
Best of luck in the contest and thanks for your entry
Hugs
Susan~~~
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Yes Susan, we have FUN FUN FUN in the SUN!
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Dear Hine, I never visited any topless beaches in New Zealand! Hmmmm will have to talk to Hugh about them, knowing his passion on Boobology he's bound to have visited there at some stage. Great poem though.
Love AJ
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You mean, Hugh didn't take you and Shaz there to SHOW you?
Shame on him!
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Geez!
Hugh has said it all!
Love your poem but let's just stay home and have a cold shower together?
Good luck in the contest for the longest entry! LOL XOXOXO.
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I'm with you sweety, being home beats getting sand in every part of the body. Cold showers sounds great!
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My dear Hinemoa,
I know that, in the summertime, the weather gets so hot
that you can’t bear to wear much gear and feel you’d rather not.
So you and Heath head off to chill out at the nearest beaches
where you can flop without your top and flash your luscious peaches.
But be quite sure you know before if nudity’s allowed,
‘coz you may find some people mind (especially in a crowd.)
Big bosoms bare at which men stare cause others to complain
and your great pair may get unfairly treated with distain.
And, though it’s underwater when you play at ‘touch and tickle’,
remember those damn jellyfish can cause a nasty prickle.
If Heath gets stung where he is hung, he'll certainly start yelling,
for who can say what will allay his painful penile swelling?
and, without pants, if you perchance get stung in your G-spot,
you’ll feel a fool ‘coz it’s not cool to have a tingling twat!
With these few words of warning, I applaud your poem and I wish you all the joys of Summer. Take care and watch out for those Portuguese men-of-war! Beaut picture!
Good luck in the voting, love and hugs, XXX Hugh (R.)
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Dear Hinemoa,
I really enjoyed reading about your fun-fun-fun-in-the-sunny-sunny-sun! You and Heath have TOO MUCH FUN! (I'm jealous..can you tell?)
This was a fun read and I hope you succeed
in taking home a trophy!
Love and Good Wishes!
Maureen
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You're welcome to join us in the sun anytime Maureen, just hop on the plane and come on over. I'll caution Heath that he has to behave while you're here, no hanky panky.
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