edited: The comments were so good, I had to move them up top.
In my house, there are no curtains.
No blinds or shades to draw
Nothing to obstruct the view
Of two punks, ma and paw
and so when I'm naked
for the world to see
there are no curtains
it's a show for free
We let it all hang out here, too
We let the world enjoy the view
The Unit, me and birdies three
Around these parts, the show's for free!
Oh, I must get in on the act;
I'll show myself here for a fact!
I'll throw the blinds and windows wide
and give a view of my backside.
(West Virginia Moon!)
It's way to early for me
A naked Vodka to see
I'll not take the chance
To watch her butt dance
While guzzling her vodka with glee
The world's a mess,
the outlook is bleak
But look at that window
If it's a smile you seek!
I like this post
Poetry without binds...! I mean blinds !:)
(back to me)
You never let me down
Or cease to make me smile
When I can't find the right words
You pull it off with style
And now that you've caused me to ponder
A horde of bloggers in the buff
I don't feel quite so exposed
When I strut my stuff
A horde of bloggers in the buff?
I wonder if Taye Diggs has a blog?
A sight to see, that is certain.
But this poetry thing is tough. :p
I hope the window's foggy
for the backside's soggy.
I hope the dressers turn up to offer
blinds for free, for a sober loafer.
(Queen of Shake Shake)
Who needs their windows bare
to show their derriere
In a tank top, I work the garden.
Oops, said my nipple, I beg your pardon.
There once was a child from the wild
Whose behavior was usually mild.
But with one sidelong peek,
She washed her eyes for a week.
Then became the intrepid Wild Child.