When drawstring snaps
and elastic cracks
while swimming laps
My swimsuit slips
below the hips
upon turning flips
Below surface I sink
thwarting scandalous peek
of naked cheek
From swimmer’s dirge
I eventually emerge
resisting second submerge
Hiking trunks fist tight
to locker room, my flight
from lap-pool plight
Why can’t I age with grace
without saving face
in this peak-of-fitness oriented place?
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