On Manners Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The world, it is a silly stage
each day it adds another page
though I, the fool I missed the day
when nudity was on display.
Today, I pray to higher powers
about hard cloak and dagger towers
I come, four-gallon hat in hand
and stake a claim on this here land,
awaiting one, a gentle wave
pray for admission to the cave.
Should I be judged as far too fresh
keep me away from fragrant flesh,
instead a bit of imagery
may introduce me to the tree.