Sun Block.
Today my calendar reveals to me that summer's here,
If so, then my eyes do deceive me, that much is clear,
No blue sky day, it's a cold grim gloomy blankety grey,
No strutting 'round in skimpy Speedo this dismal day.
I lifted up the pool cover and dipped a tentative toe in,
A bolt from the blue ran through my goosebumping skin,
Today is no day for lying drowsily, basting in the heat,
Today is the day to recount the toes left on my feet.
I want the sun to shine, I don't wish to chill in the shade,
I desire a real deep tan, not a fake one that's sprayed,
I wanna dive in the warm water of some tropical paradise,
Not be the first to take a running jump and break the ice.
I'd love to show off my Australian Crawl at the public pool
But with winter clinging on I can feel the ol' ardour cool,
And before I venture out in public I'd best work on my tan;
Winter's left me the living embodiment of Caucasian man.
I love the summer, walking 'round, bronzed and buffed,
A vision of swim-suited splendour,
Toned and trim, tight new Speedo on show, chest puffed,
Briefs strained to conceal any hidden agenda,
On those long torpid summery days I can stand taut
Tall and confident,*
Shrivelling bitter cold days like these leave me just short
Of utter embarrassment.
* TBF, maybe a few decades ago; Nowadays I stand more well-rounded physically. But if I do suck in the gut and don't breathe for two minutes I might glimpse a little bit of my old sylph like self.
'Our Southern Hemisphere Summer is off to a less than warm and welcoming start.'
Song for this one is rather obscure, 'Charles Atlas,' Wagbeard. Just 'coz I like it. (If Dave reads this, maybe he knows more of them?)
©Obbverse.