Chips with a Bad DipA Poem by PeteOnly when the tide goes out do you discover who's been swimming naked. - Warren BuffettWith folding chair slung handily over my shoulder and a days ration of potato chips. The only thing I needed was a cool, refreshing dip. Trekked and fought my scorching way down to the nearby shore. Incoming algae tainting summer fun like an unwanted w***e. Everyone was afraid to go in, looking horrified. Wild, pesky spores were vacationing with the tide. I went in anyway with those most unwelcome visitors tanning my hide. I tried to find a spot that was clear. But it was everywhere like an offensive, brown veneer. Folks couldn't believe the foulness and stench. It was unbreachable like a battle line trench. The sulfurous smell of rotten eggs wafting trough the air. Women wanted no part of it getting into their precious hair. It clings to delicate flesh. And fashioned swimsuit mesh. I went in an empty-headed, wading zero. Came out a full-blown, aquatic hero. Most folks just stood around like a herd of frightened fools. I emerged after the unpleasant swim with my bathing trunks holding more than ... ... the family jewels ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 29, 2019 Last Updated on July 30, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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