Out For a Stroll
When Joy took a walk in the park;
decided that she would go stark.
Guys all took a look,
as her bottom shook,
but she was just out for a lark.
She was just strolling and wiggling,
her top and bottom both jiggling.
All of the boys flocked;
the preacher was shocked.
Joy stood hip shot and was giggling.
Then Joy said that she’d had enough;
with these guys she’d have to get tough.
“You go on your way
‘cause I will not play,
just because I am in the buff!"
Written 12/26/18
Copyright © Terry Hoffman | Year Posted 2018
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