We stand around in our trunks
Uncomfortable at baring our bodies
Bellys hanging over
Fat arses squeezing into lycra
Nervously we start to chat
About the times when we all swam like dolphins
Please don’t make us prove it
Eventually we get cold
Milling about by the glaring poolside
Goosebumps start appearing
Our scrotums the size of walnuts
Splash! He dives. Big torpedo.
Down the steps gently for some of the others
Front crawl, breast stroke, back stroke
All different yet we’re all swimming
More tomorrow...
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