My back-stroke went out years ago;
My crawl draws no attention;
The only kind of dives I know
Are those I shouldn’t mention.
I don’t look pretty in a suit;
Too much sun leaves me fagged;
I don’t comb beaches for the loot–
I go because I am dragged.
But though I manage to look gay,
And sometimes young and bold,
Goose-pimples give the show away:
This swimming leaves me cold!
by Ray Romine Friday, February 8, 1952
