The Bare Facts - Poem by Terry Donovan
Last summer in a nudist camp we met.
I watched her playing tennis with her mate
And when she won and jumped and cleared the net
I couldn't help but think that she looked great.
I thought that I would have a friendly chat
And stood and waited till her mate had gone,
I told her she looked lovely and said that
I'd like a date when she had nothing on.
She said ok and we met after tea,
We walked around the gardens hand-in-hand,
Then we should meet again we did agree.
It wasn't only just a one-night stand.
It's been a year and we get on o.k.
And see each other every single day.
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