The naked beach walker

Walking naked on the beach,
It was only a small pebble,
Nothing to shout about,
One of a billion, probably more,
I walked along the shore,
It stuck in my foot,
I winced and went down on one knee,
Another fucking pebble in the palm of my hand,
As I steadied my fall,
I fell onto my elbow,
Scraped the skin, as you do,
I rolled over onto my arse,
A crab took exception,
Pinched my balls,
That will teach me to walk naked on the beach.



Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2019-05-16 at 15:50

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