I just wanted to do some fishing,
Got some squid for bait, a good Penn rod and reel,
And a six pack and some sandwiches.
Turning in behind the last sand dunes,
I parked my truck, and headed,
For my favorite spot.
Usually I cast from about thirty feet in,
Just so I can clear the third sand bar.
To my surprise, as I rounded the last dune,
I saw five young girls, nineteen or twenty,
Lying in the sand, naked as jaybirds,
Working on their tans.
They looked up at me and what they saw,
Was a totally flustered old man.
They smiled and one asked,
Going fishing sir?
I replied something to the effect,
That I had left my tackle box in California,
But that I would be back, sometime next month.
As I bid a hasty retreat,
I heard the sound of spontaneous laughter,
Break out behind me.
Oh yea, well let's see what the ranger,
Has to say about this.
Last time I checked this wasn't a nude beach.
Grumpy old man, oh well I guess I can find,
Another spot.
I'll leave the poor kids alone.
Juan Olivarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/naked-girls-on-the-beach/
