The waves lift the transom and yank on the tiller
The bow dives into the trough, and she slides down the hill
The wind gains strength, the waves get bigger
Bear away on the crest then head up for a thrill
Yur surfin dude, knarly…
If you miss that wiggle at the peak
The bottom drops out from under the stem
The slam of the hull, makes your knees weak
Go up at an angle and try it again
Bear away on the crest, head up, slither down
Practice some more, you’ll know when
It’s right because the wave and the boat
Laugh, together.