Morgan Park, Belleair Beach Florida Poem by James McLain

I leave to go see the Gulf.
Water is warm, there I swim.
I go to see all the smiles.
Miles of smiles,
that can never be touched.
I speak though and speaking back
most do.
Except for the snob or two,
whom in truth, wish that I would.
Double no to that I say.
I love all the colors and flowers.
The men I wish would go far away.
But they won't.
I may be bent but I'm straight.
I'm off to go swim.
Green bananas.
Left in the bag should be ripe today.