Partial Nudity in Birmingham.

It’s a sign of the good weather that the world , well Birmingham anyway has decided it’s time to air their pale winter limbs !

Strolling down Broad Street
As the sun peeks out,
The pale flesh appears.
White arms blink,
As sleeves are discarded.
Around the cathedral.
Skirts are hitched up
Leggings discarded,
While the Bishop averts his eyes.
My arms join the throng,
As bustling through the Bull Ring
I don sunglasses.
Trying in vain
To hide my beer belly
So as not to scare the sun away.