The Flashers Paradise
With my trench coat you will see me
Looking for hoots
Almost in my birthday suit
Except for my boots
I head to the sea front
I’ll find someone there
With my man hood to show you
My private parts I shall bare
For this is my past time
I’m a flasher you see
In my trench coat and dark glasses
It’s a strange sort of hobby
And you know when I’m around
Breaking twigs in the bush
Jumping out in your path
Then disappearing in a rush
Leaving you red faced
Wondering what you just saw
Speed is my weapon
Its called shock and awe
But behind every flasher
There’s insecurity and fear
Mixed in with our pleasure
A strange Terror is near
We ask silent questions
What if they Laugh?
Was it because it is cold?
Or am I stood in a draft?
And what would I do
If my victims stands rooted in a fix
Claiming knowledge to my Manhood
Its Mrs Thomas from number six
She then pulls out a camera
My own thoughts become clashed
Lighting trees in the darkness
The flasher soon becomes flashed
And the pictures are published
Me exposed for all to see
But with a twinkle in my eye
A flashers paradise for me
Copyright © Dan Meese | Year Posted 2008
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