Mark Twain I Like Poem by James McLain

Secretly when he alone in the open, I am.
I snicker at such frivolous goings on.
Tit for tat thinking thoughts out loud, unafraid.
Tits, there I said what is shown by she, why I look? .
Laughing out loud, phat there, some just are lazy.
Thats more than simply the sky is too open,
and I become blind she is sexy I think,
what she wears on the beach, she waits, she has plans.
All that I show coming out of the water, sadly free.