William Shakespeare
I changed into my favourite bikini
Hark! A tale unfolds, of a transformation profound, Ere the sun adorned the sky, casting shadows all around, I, in this mortal coil, didst witness a metamorphosis true, Wherein my very being, my apparel shape, I did imbue. Lo! In the chamber of my dwelling, where mirrors oft adorn, I gazed upon the countenance, which time hath gently worn, A longing stirred within my soul, a yearning fierce and strong, To don a garment, sublime, to which my hopes belong. With nimble fingers and an eager heart, I sought the chosen guise, My favourite bikini, resplendent with hues that tantalize, For within its very fabric, lay a tale untold and deep, A vessel that bore the essence of a journey one could keep. I pondered, as I clasped the strings, which snugly fit my frame, How this modest garment could kindle feelings untamed, An instrument, it seemed, to unleash a tempestuous sea, Akin to Prospero's magic, in "The Tempest," mayhap it be. In this skirt of woven sorcery, I embarked upon the land, Where golden sands did beckon, beneath the waves' command, Yet, as I traversed the shore, amidst the teeming throngs, A seed of wisdom sprouted, birthing the fruit of my life's songs. Methought, dear world, how appearances oft deceive the eye, For in these slender threads, lay potential to amplify, The confidence that bloomed within, my spirit now ablaze, I dared to glimpse the depths of truth, through brave and daring gaze. Adorned in this bikini, a symbol of liberation unconfined, I stood amidst the cosmic balance, 'twixt heaven and mankind, For in the shifting tides, I realized a profound connection, Betwixt my soul and nature's wiles, a symbiotic reflection. With every passing ripple, each wave against my skin, I sensed the ebb and flow of life, the dance of fate therein, As the sun dipped lower, casting hues so divine, I comprehended destiny's path, so serpentine. Thus, shed I my mortal coil, in favor of this fragile cloth, A testament to change, to embrace my inner self aloft, For I, as the shifting sea, now carried upon the tide, Doth change into my favourite bikini, my soul's truest guide.