Skinny-dip
Skinny-Dip
If he’d been more well-imbued,
perhaps the ladies might have queued
to be the one he might have wooed.
Instead, when he swam in the nude,
all the women bathers booed,
making comments crass and lewd.
His face turned pale, then roseate-hued,
his manner cringing and subdued
as he hurried to elude
each smug and cruel insulting prude—
the cat-callers who stood and viewed
that poor unfortunate naked dude.
As those ladies,smug and rude,
Departed, calling his act crude,
as each one passed me by, I mooed.
The prompt today was “Subdued.” (This is a reblog of my poem published on my blog on October 15, 2016––Ten years ago today.
