The First Time Wetsuit

She cuddled in a signature pose That resembled the 'one-hug' position Arms wrapped around her disoriented and confused body Pulling her skin covered torso into the black sheath To her demise and surprise Her situation was on the path to corrosion Her shape was forced to contort and align In ways she never thought of The set of legs seemed not to attach To the position juxtaposed to the malformed uneven arms One longer than the other? Squeezing her entire self into this rubber encasement She was exasperated and running out of enthusiasm So she drifted to allow her subconscious thought To believe she was some malformed figure of a seal About to utilize its deviated, grotesque, twisted flippers Before she entered the water it became a struggle Just to simply walk in this captive suit to the oceans edge Upon her arrival she found her surfing buddy Laughing uncontrollably with loud cackles and chortles That turned into a roar as he fell to his knees As she asked for his help to close the zipper he said: "Your right arm is in your left leg, And your left leg is in your right arm!!" And thus a true story of my first time surfing. September 5, 2019 Ten Word Challenge 1 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann