Birthday Suit Blues
A girlfriend took me to a nudist camp,
And, wrapped up in my overcoat, I sighed;
The sky was grey, the site was chilled and damp;
In shock, I shuddered as I coldly eyed
The frozen naked forms - and tried to hide.
I kept my socks on, shivered with the cold;
My shaking shrunken form was feeling old.
I fetched my sweater, grabbed my trousers too -
And wondered that those bodies were so bold;
But warm, I watched them turning shades of blue.
Just fiction – but I always wonder if nudists wear a sweater on cold days…
For Cyndi’s Birthday Suit contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2012
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