Great Uncle Doug looks young for 97
(always a bit too handsome my grandfather used to say…)
even though he’s getting on a bit now
he still loves it when the sun’s out,
kicking off his shoes he trots into the garden, leaving clothes scattered across the floor…
I suppose you’d call him a nudist,
one of those who likes to let it all swing free. a Tarzan without a loin cloth,
his neighbours shut their curtains
tutting in disgust.
he’ll tell you all about it,
no sense of shame at all,
simply feels constricted wearing pants.
he did wear a suit for Mary’s funeral,
though even then, I bet he went commando.