Nahna James Nudist Rhyme Poem by Nahna James

How about you, tiny schlong?
I'm curious as to why you aren't very tall
the sun is shining so brightly over the planet
little star, twinkle, twinkle
how i ponder your whereabouts
why does it turn red from your radiation and place me in this hospital bed?
Nahna led me to the Nude beach and hid my clothing from me
so i was left lying in the sun cooking in complete obscurity
he gave me a helmet for my head
but my poor winkie was becoming red from the blister
which was double its normal size and appeared to need ice
Nahna gave me a tiny paper brolly that covered it
and created the impression that it was a candy
after a short while, it resembled a red, bloated slug,
and the ambulance carried me away to a hospital bed
Nahna, who is typically a nasty old witch,
decided to trade roles out of compassion for me
i was laying there writhing in pain
he became tired of my whining
after my fervent plea was heard,
the nurse pulled the blood from the iv,
gave me something to smile about,
and connected it to a pouch of gin.