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.

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