Beach Party

Picture curtesy of Photobucket - Artist Unknown

With the looming freeze of winter
The daunting cold of fall
The wife put me in a dither
With “Let’s go play beach ball”

We cranked up the old jalopy
And headed for the beach
One G-string and a bikini
A can of suntan each

The sun was out, the surf was up
And bare bodies abound
I hope she did not hear me gulp
As I cast eyes around

So there we were in our glory
Paunches and boobs hung low
With hands held behind the fanny
To hide its overflow

It’s clear that we were, to many
The objects of their lust
Thank gawd for plastic surgery
That all eyes were on us