B Skinny Dippin' Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Young bare-bottom boys
All standing in line
Swinging rope to the river
There wasn't much time
The girls soon to arrive
In their pink underwear
We had to hide eyes
And we had to swear
When all in the river
In laughter were lost
Suddenly yet surely
Pinkies and T-shirts
Coming off!
Banter of bare-bottomed boys
Among deep seated voices
Shrills of care-free girls
Evaluating their choices
Really no harm done
Playing naked in nature's pool
Not one even considered
We might even be young fools
Yet lessons are learned
Though no one was listening
You don't drink Budweiser beer
When you're skinny dippin'
Time for all to go home
Not counting the cost
Somewhere in the evening
All the clothes somehow lost