There’s a sweltering heat wave
culminating in the San Antonio sky.
I tie on a bikini, carry a towel to the pool.
Showing off my jack-knife and toe-touch,
someone is beguiled. Thinks I’m pretty good.
So my lips slip (from all the water I’m shucking),
Mmm hmm. I’m on the Olympic team.
day 28 NaPoWriMo
for Real Toads