It was a clear day in early May
on the beach and I was the only
one there! Looked twice to be
sure before undressing to enjoy
the freedom of nudity.
A cool wind suddenly blew and
a cheeky wave grabbed my
clothes, washed them out to sea
and the beach was full of
winter dressed people. Pretended
to be a plank from a wrecked
fishing boat nearby, but I didn’t
fool a child who said ‘ Look mum
a naked man ” “Pervert” People
shouted and kicked my fleshy
behind ‘Pigs like you should be
arrested”. The sun came to my
rescue it subdued the wind
calmed the sea and shone hot.
Off came winter woollies, hat,
scarves, long underwear, boots
that had kicked, me and terrorist
protected bras. A nude ice-cream
seller appeared, naked multitude
threw volleyballs and danced
and a nudist beach was born.