Crumpled linen flutters
In his memories of the boat,
Breezes and bikinis
And the foghorn’s booming note;
Crumpled linen flutters
As he struggles out on deck;
At least the blazer’s shipshape
Though the rest of him’s a wreck.
Crumpled linen flatters
His attempts to stay a man;
He might have lost his marbles
But he hasn’t lost his tan.