We’d been out drinking, the night before,
In bijou clubs where princes sometimes danced.
Suffering hard with cocktail flu, we trailed
Down to where the sand met sea.
I clutched my heels in sweating hands
And spread myself out on the sandy shore
While boys piled into water, tropical and warm.
I wondered if the sharks were there,
If they’d smell the boys and see their boards
Like seals from down below, a tasty meal.
I looked away, towards the sun, my stomach churning,
Just hoping that they’ll come out safe
And we can trail back to the bar
For baskets of the greasy fries, and pints
To soothes away the achy joints and woolly head.