SAND HOPPERS
Small creeps propelled by their arse
and urge to collapse your night.
The beach hoppers yeet
towards suicide.
Stuck in the sand until you appear,
they emerge to say "Aye,
I'll shit on your gear."
They drown in your pots
and fry in your pans,
ruin your tea
then ruin your plans.
Cause you're not gonna sleep
while these cuties keep trying
to get in your tent
with you inside crying.
