To the Nudes at Baker Beach
Before you take your clothes off, hear our plea!
Though law protects the nudes at Baker Beach,
Don’t show us bods we’d rather flee than see.
If arms with farmer’s tan the tone of ghee
Do stem from flabby guts white as from bleach,
Before you take your clothes off, hear our plea!
Endowed or lacking, your hyperbole
May stimulate onlookers to beseech
Don’t show us bods we’d rather flee than see.
The sea will shrink a willie like a pea,
And from high office cold winds will impeach.
Before you take your clothes off, hear our plea!
Indoors enjoy your sensuality.
Do what you like; but do it out of reach.
Don’t show us bods we’d rather flee than see.
Though we respect the right to flaunt for free
What Mother Nature granted to us each,
Before you take your clothes off, hear our plea!
Don’t show us bods we’d rather flee than see.