Ode to the guy doing yoga in the park every afternoon

Your shiny hide the color and wearability of a saddle

Dude, don’t you know it’s 104?

And could you pick a more conspicuous place than right there by the road?

Must be real meditative

Bet I could fry an egg on your glistening pectorals

But who’d want to eat it?

And, hello? Melanoma!