The days are getting cooler, and beach time is nearly past.
The time for ogling male eye-candy is leaving us real fast!
Soon, there’ll be no more Speedos on the beach,
Summer tourists gone from reach!
The six pack abs I see today may be my very last.
Months lie ahead before another summer season;
Until then, there just no tempting reason
To spend time strolling on the shore.
Fully clothed beach bums are a bore,
And dog walkers just aren’t pleasin’.
With luck, they’ll be working on my street—
Indian summer would be sweet!
The cool air would be erased,
Hard hatters bare to the waist
Would be my eyes’ autumn treat!