The Garden Is My Solitude Poem by Phil Soar

The garden is my solitude
Where I sit down, and my dog pooed
When the sun is out, I sunbathe nude
I hope my neighbour's not a prude

Since lockdown's kept us all at home
I sit there with my mobile phone
With nothing on but my birthday suit
Trust me, it does not look cute

My wrinkly frame, is all but spent
Although my stomach's quite content
And the wind around my derriere
Has blown a force 10 gale up there

But if it's all the same to you
I'll sit here 'til my arse turns blue
Because you see, I like it here
Sitting in my garden with a naked rear