Holidays for me
were not much fun,
playing on the beach
all on my own.

My parents lay,
all day in the sun.
I was an only child
so I played alone.

Building sand castles
became quite boring
while listening to
my parents snoring.

One day, in the sand
I found a balloon
all rolled up like a
little cocoon.

It was long and thin
with a bobble on the end.
I blew it up
till it wouldn't bend.

When I grew up
and remembered that scene
I realized just what that
had been.

The memory of it
makes me feel sick
at the thought of it being
on someone's dick.