Sunday Surf Poem: Surfer Lou

Every week I scour the internet for the next Sunday Surf Poem. I found one called “Surfer Lou”, and it’s so endearing and rhymy I thought it’d be a shame not to share it.

The poem “Surfer Lou” is by Jody Weissler, and as far as I can tell, it was written as a school exercise available for purchase on the website Teachers Pay Teachers. I paid $0.99 for it.

It’s hard to avoid AI-generated poetry these days, but this poem was written in 2019 or earlier, so we’re safe.

Surfer Lou

By Jody Weissler

His name was Surfer Lou,
With a story so sad yet true.
He was the proudest surfer in the city,
Yet his last wave showed no pity.

When other surfers began to worry
And leave the beach in a scurry,
No wave would make him come in.
He just laughed and raised his chin.

There was nothing else to do
Except escape the shore of Malibu.
But relaxing and chilling was the man named Surfer Lou.

It was a little later that day,
He cried out to his mommy.
The tide went back too far,
The arriving wave—a tsunami!

He stood up on the board real tall.
It was not a time to fall.
The wave was just too much,
The outcome, he had a hunch.Surfing is what he did.
It was his very last bid.
The wave hit him like a sword,
And yes…they found the surviving board.

Author: The Wipeout Weekly team