The Bull-Frog.

There comes a time in one's life,

when Lycra should not be allowed on your body....

Call in the Fashion Police!....or better still 'Call in the euthanasia brigade'.

The Bull-Frog has exceeded his time in

Lycra by a minimum of thirty years and

should be banned from the beach
.

A grossly overweight torso and who would insult an old turkey,

let alone a spring chicken, has the gaul, and the strength,

to force himself into what appears to be the smallest

pair of lycra swimming trunks on the market.

Not only that, despite his strength, even he finds it impossible to avoid,

most of his ass cleavage escaping, enough ass cleavage in

fact to comfortably park a bicycle.

There are no saving graces to the Bull-Frog,

not his peroxide permed hair, nor his choice

of – no doubt – Havana cigars, which never leave his lips

and protrude beneath his yellow nicotine stained hair,

constantly permeating the fresh ozone found in

aplenty when the Bull-Frog is absent.

Being an animal lover I won't comment on his choice

of canine friends except to say they would possible

make a small tasty morsel on a barbeque.

the beachbum