The Crashing of The Waves

Another ridiculous poem about hoopskirtman:

How I long for the shores of Honolulu,

But my girlfriend wants to live in South Africa because she is Zulu.

I remember during my twentieth year wading into the waves,

And how my hoop skirt was soaked and dank like a cave.

I felt so pretty wearing my pink poke bonnet,

And how a local wahine decided to write me a Hawaiian sonnet.

Evermore I will remember the crashing of the waves,

and how I pretended to oh so brave!