I have, on my table, a picture of Miss Hawaii, who is tender, slim, loving, caring, beautiful, outgoing, friendly, of immense musical ability, very fit and who wears a skimpy bikini.
We’ve been together for quite some time now, but I have to go, and where I go, I cannot take her with me. Which means she’s in the open market again, and the competition is on!
Write your poem to Miss Hawaii, who will read it and blush. The most successful wooer will have the honour and immense pleasure of experiencing the company of Miss Hawaii themselves, as I will post her to them through the mail.
The race is on, people! Get your poem writing gear out!
ms hawaii, how i’d die to dine, with you
ms hawaii, if i could be true, with you
ms hawaii, if i think about you, will my dreams come true?
to be with you, is all i see, to be with you, is all i dream
ms hawaii, i’m dyin’, cause without you, i’m cryin’
ms hawaii, can i be yours to be true
ms hawaii, can i be with you?
