A Stout Man

I double-take
his protruding front
two pink nipples
a ring in each

I run out of words
as I stare at his rings
I'm from Scotland, you see
never seen such a thing

Water Trekkin'

splashing exercise
to the rhythmic beat
Star Trekkin' Across The Universe

aqua aerobics
but not as we know it

Tanning

a tan is something
I‘m not able to achieve
even in kilt
and rolled up sleeves

my wife is the opposite
she takes a glorious colour
lying with eyes half-closed
in glorious technicolour

Evening on the Balcony

a rhythmic gyration
of grating chords
echoing throughout
hotels and gardens
    - thousands of them
    - all in time
like a well-trained army
of invisible beasties

Knee Capped

but he's bigger than me
    - which means he's very big
so I don't lift my knees
    - I'm not that stupid

Life Hub

eight hundred lives
caught in collision
crossing at one point
a moment in time

each life as single
as different as the rest
each one individual
none are alike

different generations
colours, opinions
backgrounds, memories
thoughts and pleasures

and they all cross over
in the swimming pool
each moment as different
and as special as the last