The Women's Bathhouse

Written by: Brian Terry

A shriek rings out

the women's bathhouse invaded

A  flustered man is past the door, intruded

Naked women milling  about 

All without a clout

The girls  hide with hands their pudenda

Especially those built like Brunhilda

But fair Rosamund, no bother

just  her face does cover

Next day he might know them as they were

 but never never the naked her!