Our Island Prince

Sitting on the sand with my evening smoke
Watching the surfers at the end of the day
Spotted the prince of the sea gliding alone on the edge
Majestic on his birthday mal in his hibiscus shorts

Brown body and glistening mane unfettered by suited protection
So different from the darting penguin wasps surrounding him
Flipping and flopping in the churning tide ‘til they catch a wave
Then these teenage aerialists excel like acrobats on their boards

While the sea prince floats languidly in his element
A resplendent ocean liner surrounded by pilot boats
Waiting for a nice big fat one out along the edge