Every leg

 Every leg


Every leg, every bottom 

Conceived by God and paraded

On the beach each single day

A daily wonder of the world. 


Knobbly knees and faded skin

Sunburnt calves and aging arms

In a land so soft and calm

For the cynic peace and balm. 


Kids in strollers, kids in prams

Teetering holding grannies hand

Tons of flesh exposed to sun

Not seen daylight in so long. 


Every decade appears and shows

The aging process which we know

Delivers happiness and wrinkles

The perverse reward for getting old. 


Girls in thongs so teeny weeny

Bums and boobs strive to escape

With little there to trap the flesh

Insouciant but desperate 


To catch the eye of someone richer

Who can afford the tiny clothes

She strides into the waves regardless

Of the top she left behind


Handsome boys well disguised

With ink and markings from a comic

Bulging biceps, massive chests

Sculpted bodies by design. 


Despite all that the sun shines down

Smiling like a doting parent

Well above our little games

Playing with the midday clouds


That waltz and dance on the horizon

Where Gomera meets the sea

Beneath the sky of the Canaries

Explains why some retire and die?

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