I wanna go surfing,

No not smurfing,

Also not turfing,

Just surfing…

The waves should be killer,

Causing me to have a chiller,

A hurricane party too should acquire a distiller,

OH those waves should be as high as a Parthenon pillar…

But of course Big Brother won’t let me out,

Not even on the island, at the beach or even just about,

I am not of course going to pout,
As the waves will still be there after Irene passes,

Then for big waves I will go there and scout…J