A lively young lady went down
To the sea to bathe all unbound,
She took off her suit,
She knew she looked cute,
Soon folks of all ages stood round.
Soaking wet, she went for her towel,
As she neared her smile turned to scowl,
Her towel was not there
To tie up her hair,
She turned to the crowd and called foul.
July 31, 2019
Copyright © deb radke | Year Posted 2019
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