My polka-dot Bikini’s worn in spots
the sun and years have faded it away.
So, on this hidden beach my body trots;
some parts of me unevenly displayed.
My bosom once two youthful tennis balls;
Le derri`ere once curving symphony,
bikini now has heavy load to haul.
I’m comforted; no Muscle Beach I see!
So spreads my yellow dotted suit in sun
it’s itsy bitsy dots hold part of me;
that part remembers Bobby Darin’s song
but parts no longer blurt of modesty.
As running, into water will I hide;
Avoiding eyes who see my surplus side.
Retired teacher. I write for the sheer joy of it. Prefer form over free verse. Favorite: English sonnet. Attended University of Florida, Gainesville,Fl and Florida Atlantic University, Boca Raton. Taught High School English in the '70's.
Freelance Photographer for Hallmark Greeting Card Company in the '70's. Still busy writing poetry.
My polka-dot Bikini’s worn in spots
the sun and years have faded it away.
So, on this hidden beach my body trots;
some parts of me unevenly displayed.
My bosom once two youthful tennis balls;
Le derri`ere once curving symphony,
bikini now has heavy load to haul.
I’m comforted; no Muscle Beach I see!
So spreads my yellow dotted suit in sun
it’s itsy bitsy dots hold part of me;
that part remembers Bobby Darin’s song
but parts no longer blurt of modesty.
As running, into water will I hide;
Avoiding eyes who see my surplus side.