The Stripper

Out to our secret garden, I go, No one's looking, I start the show, Under the Pergola, out of the sun, Dogs disappear so they miss the fun. I check the back and all is clear, My seat is better than I did fear. Looking down I see my spindly legs, After all these years, they are nice pegs, Another check, just to make sure, I start to strip in the morning air, Down to shorts and croc's, I don't care. After a few strokes and a cup of tea, I'm bowing and scraping for all to see. The old is cast off and on the floor, A few more strokes and I lose some more. What I see now looks pretty neat, Now phase one is done and all is bare. Tomorrow morning, I will repaint this chair. © Dave Timperley 23 August 2017