Belly Up

Sat by the fusty loch,
with my least favourite orange jumpsuit
about to take a swim - both of us.
Even the belly-up fishes seem amused
as the flies hum at the "clown."
As my legs slide beneath the water,
curious hairs on the back of my neck
stand - and fall over laughing at
the olive grunge clinging to my
baggy suit.
Sarcastic sniggers and concerned
expressions are all I need,
(correction) - all I am given
to wish luck upon my daily swim.
Half closed eyes sneer as if
I am the insane one when I ask
the nearby apple tree for shade.
Nevertheless, my jumpsuit and I
have had a productive day -
alike, the winged nuisances enjoyed
a meal with the rotten fish.
However, if I were to titter at
the poor choice of cuisine my
tongue would be snapped by the
sincerity and the way of life.
I admire the lake as it turns from
teal to silver - sheep have faith
in the assertive, unfortunately I
am just a fool.
Degraded with my quaint orange and
mossy jumpsuit, I leave the rancid
fish belly-up.