The naked and the fuzz

The day the nudist beach opened,
the scene was a sea of blue.
It wasn't the water
or anyone's daughter,
the blue was of uniform hue.
There was only one single
nude man on the shingle
more grey than blue or tan.
All around him the colour was
copper,
shoulder to shoulder in uniform blue
protecting the world from the view.

Later
I went back to the nudist beach
but it was clothed for lunch.