by Marnanel Thurman
The world is filled with frenzied folk
who say I'm incomplete
until I've played some game, or tried
their favourite thing to eat,
or read a certain book, or heard
some orchestra or band,
or spent a decade living rough
in such-and-such a land;
but most of all experiences,
the one that draws my praise
is walking round with nothing on,
on hot and sticky days.
I have been advised to remind you to look closely at the title.