Bikini Bottoms

On the sandy shore, I strolled one day, In search of shells, where children play. Among seagulls' calls and ocean's hum, I found a sight that left me numb. A bikini bottom, bright and bold, Lost in the sand, no one to hold Lying there alone, still and cold, I laughed at the story it silently told. Perhaps a swimmer caught by surprise, By wave's playful dance under sunny skies. Maybe a prank from mischievous hands, Left this treasure upon the sand. So with a smile, I spied it there, A quirky find by sea so fair. Memories of laughter on the beach, In reach of waves that always teach.