I try my best to be discreet
When bathing publicly in Crete:
I wear a swimsuit to go in
But once offshore I let my skin
Enjoy the sense of being free;
Embraced all over by the sea.
With swimming trunks, the easy part
Is their removal at the start.
However, when you head for shore
You have to put them on once more.
You’ve held your suit, just swum about,
But somehow now it’s inside-out.
Then lying back you start to put
Into one leg hole that first foot
And when the suit’s around your shin
It’s time to slide the other in
And through its leg hole – no such luck
Entangled now your foot is stuck!
To reach the trunks with greater ease
You arch your back and fold your knees
But that rotates your feet instead
And underwater goes your head.
The suit’s wrenched on just as you sink
And swimming beachwards then you think
Of “deep-sea dressing” as a sport
At every Cretan beach resort.
