I stowed away

with castaways

got lost for days

just floatin’

drifted to

a green lagoon

on pontoon

saved from boatin’

built some huts

with bamboo struts

with coconuts

for shingles

caught a sow

for dinner chow

and held luau

to mingle

of ladies three

the pedigree

the richest she

was older

while hourglass

defined the lass

(the tits and ass)

that smoldered

the girl next door

in shorty shorts

she wore

her tresses plaited

baked some pies

to please the guys

–a partner shy

of dating

(a walking check)

(an intellect)

(the boss of wreck)

(and matey)

since hull was toast

we lived on coast

composing SOS’s

the theme of show

for year or mo’

but which show,

can you guess it?

©Karen Robiscoe