Work Text:
Beachcombers sink their toes into warm sand
to beat the afternoon heat, they've got cold drinks in hand
someone starts a lively game of volleyball
the cheers turn into laughs as one player takes a fall
hotties rest on lounge chairs, working on their tan
while a wife asks if anyone's seen her man
he hides in the foam of the surf, just to get some peace
kids run rampant, each one an energetic bundle of caprice
soon, the sun sets, but the day isn't done
for a DJ arrives, starting a party – the fun's just begun.