My bath is a Jurassic coast

No more shaving of legs my lovelies –
this is the time of swimming in coves,
of bathing where I will with Mermates.

Don’t look at me like that, you’re naked
after all, and it’s my plug to pull if I choose.
The duck and I are are pouting together

how to get his lips back to normal
and my toenails clean of any desire
to be beach-ready to suit the crowd.

My bath is a Jurassic coast waving
its ancient patterns, siren-calling me
to seal the deal, swim with friendly fish.