20 July 2012
Flapped wings, and high soarers Baked skins, and sun bathers Shore breaking from wave's presence Turned eyes, beauty snatchers
Volley high, but hit it low Flying frisbee, throw it slow Lay the towel, steal the gold Take a shower, in salty mold
Fret no longer, smile not pout Forget all the bother, shut them out 'Relax' Friday is finally here, What? Work, you say? A fun weekend's all I hear.
'Relax' Friday • Opuss № I