Snagged

They shouldn’t use barbed wire in a nudist colony If they do it shouldn’t be much higher than your knee At Christmas time in England, no-one expects nudity Well I was nude and I did not expect a buzzy bee I tried to leap the barbed wire fence to stop it stinging me So now I’ve got some nice new baubles for my Christmas tree My voice went up an octave and became a virtual screech I dashed to bathe my injury down at the nudist beach On the way I bumped into my camp-mates, Fran and Dennis They saw my mutilation and said, ‘We’re so sorry ‘Tennis’ And then they said, in future ‘Tennis’, keep away from bees I asked them why they called me ‘Tennis’, they said... New balls please!