Ant Smith

All poems

Naked lady

Naked lady in her house of glass
She frightens horses when they pass
She's got no wonder bras on the line
Her big bold boobies bounce just fine
Her panties never get to fray
She sells them to perverts on eBay
There's no tightly tangled tampon strings
She's even naked from within

Naked as the day she was born
Naked in the kitchen
Naked in the hall
Naked as the day she was born
That naked lady gives me the horn

Naked lady gets dressed to bath
Her modesty is wet and yet intact
She pulls up her panties when having a slash
They sell for more and that's a fact
And she's famous now throughout the land
With an army of wet dreams at her command
Allergic to cloth she attracts men like moths
And every single one wants to gobble her up

Naked as the day she was born
Naked in Bristol
Naked in York
Naked as the day she was born
That naked lady gives me the horn

Naked lady on the side of a bus
Drives us crazy she drives us nuts
She's a worldwide naked phenom-nom-nom
Brazen hussy having fun
Her Brazilian pussy's landing strip
Welcomes migrants by plane or ship
In nakedness were all reduced
To our barest attributes

Naked as the day she was born
Naked in nature
Naked in form
Naked as the day she was born
That naked lady loves us all