Scrutiny Following Muting

The whole thing had seemed some mutiny While hundred eyes stuck to scrutiny! A young Eve with an old company She’d met at a roadside company, Freshly by his side in bikini And freshly quaffing iced martini… Next, some careless bites of zucchini She’d picked from a Free Sabatini, Litters from The Free Thing all over, Even as she held its left over… Bikini! And there’s no swimming pool, Not for a mile pond without toadstool A morning too cold for waters cool And that’s why wearer had seemed a fool… Plus eyes could afford scrutiny Of The Disturbingly Skinny!