The Whispering Piss

Crisp and cool,
cucumber love.

You’re brave venturing into the sunlight,
for it is not yet summer in your world.

Clumsily assembling the banana chair,
while neighbours take the whispering piss.

You look, sigh, and flash your bikini,
lounging in the 12-degree sunlight.

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