When the Dashboard Jesus
Met Hula Girl,
He had not known of
Love in his world,Until she serenaded him,
On her cigar box mandolin
He had believed, he thought, his end,
Would he’d again be crucified,
He’d not prepared for this, today,
Now listening, he softly cried
Topless from South Pacific heat,
Her grass skirt trimmed above her feet,
Her hair and lei bloomed as a garden,
She bore no need or thought for pardon,
Her eyes adored, cracked cheek lips smiled,
As he fell for her wholesome wiles
For all the love he’d preached of,
Whole World Wide,
Stood enbodied, whole,
Returned to him,
Beatified, now by his side,
Love, incarnate,
His Hula Bride
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