Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Into a swimsuit is not something I like to do. 
I’d almost rather be in bed dealing with the flu. 

Getting to the sand seems not so very far 
Covered with robe after alighting from the car. 

It’s lying on the beach underneath the sun 
Where I turn to panic instead of having fun. 

Quickly I am running right into the sea, 
Hoping that nobody takes notice of me. 

Feeling like a prune with wrinkles for a cover 
And my blanket under which I’m bound to hover. 

Vowing to diet before next summer time is near, 
Showing off my swimsuit with not a thing to fear. 

(c) Copyright by Jean E. Gorney