ten little surfers hoping for a wave

This morning was too chilly to allow breakfast on the balcony of Suite 605.
Instead, my entertainment was just outside the large master bedroom window.
i thank You, God...
for the sound of the ocean and the sight of the waves...
and the inspiration for this bit of poetic fluff!

Ten little surfers, wanting a fine time.
One wiped out under a wave, and then there were nine.

Nine little surfers, out before the morn grew late.
One got tangled with his board, and then there were eight.

Eight little surfers, aching for a ride to heaven.
One had her wish come true, and then there were seven.

Seven little surfers, with some pelicans looking for fish.
One surfer watched the birds too long, and then there were six.

Six little surfers, hoping for fun and all that jive.
One got tired of fighting the cold, and then there were five.

Five little surfers, each wanting that big score.
One decided to go to MOAS, and then there were four.

Four little surfers, on yellow boards atop the sea.
One heard the dinner bell ringing, and then there were three.

Three little surfers, wave-watching with naught else to do.
One paddled in to shore, and then there were two.

Two little surfers, looking across that foamy zone.
They opted for the hot tub instead, and then there were none.