Without Sarongs,
Hula babes would be nude
Without Sarongs,
I'd fly Hawaiian, dude
They'd belly dance,
And good stuff would protrude
Without Sarongs..

A yield of porn,
I'd see before me now
September Morn,
Would seem more tame, somehow
I'd respond torn,
Between "Oh Boy!" and "Wow!"
Without Sarongs..

I'd drink a double gin, sloe,
And sure as you know
My Jordan would roll..
It could make me long,
As long as King Kong
To see every mole..

My face would glow
Reflecting thoughts that stray
I'd cheer the show,
Their grass skirts mowed away
From the front row,
"How Ah Ya?" I would say
Without Sarongs..