Bora-Bora Poem by Randy McClave

She told me that she would make a trade for her sister
And if not to me, then to any interested misses or mister,
In return all that she wants is her very own tropical hut
Where she can relax drinking beer from a coconut.

She told me that would be her lowest and final bid
To sorrowfully trade away her sister and her memories to get rid,
We could still discuss the offer alone at a fora-fora
But, all that she wants for her sister is a hut in Bora-Bora.

She told me that she will always love her sister dearly
But, she would trade her for property she spoke that quite clearly,
Her sister, she says is as beautiful as any flora-flora
And all that she wants in exchange for her is a hut in Bora-Bora.

"My sister" she said could be your most obedient slave
You could be her master until the day they put you in your grave,
Until then she could be your servant and your personal whora-whora
If I could only trade her for a hut in Bora-Bora.

So, her offer was placed upon the trading table
I could have her sister whenever I was financially able,
Her sister she says is surrounded by her own beautiful aura-aura
And it would be a fair trade for just a hut in Bora-Bora.

Then I thought why would she trade away her own sibling
Was her sister really mean, and hateful, and always quibbling,
Then I remembered the story about Pandora-Pandora
Would that be my curse for trading her sister for a hut in Bora-Bora?

Randy L. McClave