The Outing
I've managed a minor outing
the first in many a day.
The dandelions and daisies
were mostly mown away
but here and there a flowering shrub
enjoyed the summer sun
while I attempted to lose the hue
of an unbaked currant bun.
The prison pallor I sport these days
enthralls me less and less,
though calling it "pale and interesting"
helps a little I guess.
Resting a while on the churchyard wall
I was asked if I was all right
by a woman older than me by far;
I must have looked a sight.
Still, I made it there and back
which is something I suppose,
- thanks to the thick, black, hot as hell,
elastic, knee high hose.
© 2003