I Shall Cope
Whatever shall I do?
My bottom is as bare as bare
My arse is turning blue.
Dear, dear! All my brassieres are lost!
However shall I cope?
My boobs are bouncing all about
I've been scolded by the pope.
Golly gosh! All my socks have vanished!
I don't know how to knit!
My feet are rather smelly
I'm really in a snit
Darn and Bother! All my petticoats are missing!
I feel so naked now
It's actually rather nice
At heart, I'm just a sow
Good grief! All my clothes have disappeared!
I think I have the ticket
To join a nudist colony
And tell the world, "Go stick it."
Contributors: | N, F, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 25th August 2003. |