Guilty Secret
One icy night, the snow was deep;
She wanted to be wooed;
He went out on his bicycle –
As always, in the nude.
He reached his lady, frozen stiff;
His parts encased in ice;
‘Oh, keep this secret, please,’ he begged,
‘But PJs would be nice.’
They share a guilty secret now –
The nudists Claire and Ed –
They wear no clothes in daylight hours;
But thermal gear to bed.
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