Turned around

in response to the #writeclub #napowrimo prompt “Back to front”

Summertime sees an array of clothes

when you’re sat down on the beach

but tops never seem to behave themselves,

when they’re out of reach.

For you come from Sunbathing, ready for togs

and you end up looking like a rolled over log,

for that top you put on – picked from the ground –

has now found itself – Turned Around.