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Poetico Forella


National Espresso
Rain Claw

I am a fledgling naturist

But I have nowhere to go

I don't know where I can hang out

To get that rosie glow


I want to dance round the campfire

I want to sing manly songs

I definitely shun the company

Of those who are clothed with thongs


I want to cook my sausages

On the end of a pointed stick

I want to walk upon the earth

With nowt on my chest but Vick


Ill probably end up in Benidorm

Sat scowling by the pool

With all my assets covered up

And feeling such a fool


Why didnt I have the courage

To stick to my beliefs?

Farewell to combinations

Good riddance to my fig leaf.