Like a small laser beam the winter sun vanished behind the grey storm clouds

I was now alone on the beach sitting my makeshift tent

My punishment was to count the waves for three days and three

My crime was that I kissed the Rabbi’s beautiful daughter

Whilst listening to Simon and Garfunkel and The Rolling Stones

But little did he know that on the next beach his beautiful daughter

Was also counting the waves and that she as due to visit me within the hour

I could not say that we loved each other but there was certainly an attraction

As our musical tastes and our raven flight eyes were almost identical