Washing Up In The Nude

When Sarah does the dishes 

She’s as naked as the fishes. 

Before she grabs that cloth 

She throws her clothes right off. 

And when she’s done this strip, 

Her crockery she’ll dip 

Into the frothing bowl 

At the level of her hole. 

As you admire her ass 

She’ll deftly rinse a glass. 

Gaze upon her jugs 

And she’ll scrub her coffee mugs. 

And in this state of nudity 

She’ll scour her pans of bits of crudités. 

Then dry them with great care 

On her bounteous pubic hair. 

 

So let us all join Sarah 

And become a little barer. 

Get into the pink 

As you approach the kitchen sink. 

Now there’s no more trouble 

When you swirl those foaming bubbles 

That everybody loathes 

When they splash and wet your clothes. 

Wash up in the nuddy 

With your partner or a buddy; 

All that bare-skin flesh’ll 

Make washing up so special. 

It could become quite fashionable 

To do this job au naturel. 

There’s really nothing rude 

About washing up in the nude. 

 

Poetry

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