A "Crazy's" Notion
The sun shone bright on that summer's day
When, to the beach I did wend my way.
I weaved through the traffic on that trip
Concentrating, on that promised dip.
I perspired freely from every pore
As I made my way down to the shore.
The beach was crowded, from cliff to sea
With folks that thought the same as me.
I found a spot and spread my towel
Even though we were packed in, cheek by jowl.
The first blood, and victory, went to me
I'd secured a spot, but where's the sea?
The tide I'd noted was on the wane
Six more hours, before it turned again.
As the tide receded, so did my hope,
Who would think to bring a telescope?
I glanced around at would be bathers there
The girls well formed, men bronzed, chests bare.
I thought what will they think of me
For my bathing suit, covered neck to knee.
It was a relic from my past,
It's a shame that fashions never last.
I sighed, and to the sea did glance,
As for my hoped for dip, there was no chance.
I folded up my strip-ped towel
And left those bathers, packed cheek by jowl
And wended my weary sweat stained way
Back to the Home, to plan another day,
Wherein I could indulge my fancy free
Of a refreshing dip in that receding sea.
They should have told me at the Institute,
That one no longer bathes, in a full length suit!
