As I shook hands with Mrs. Frood The subject was brought up by she. We sat upon the sofa there "A nudist, I"; said she once more I left her smiling in the nude, ... But NEVER were they rude.
I thought it odd that she was nude,
But not a word said I, not I,
Not wanting to be rude.
"A nudist, I!"; said she to me.
"Oh, truly? You?"; said I (quite shy)
And gazed into my tea.
And spoke of Woe and Want and Care
And Things to Eat and Things to See
(But not of Things to
Wear!)
As stood we finally at the door.
Said I, "Indeed! A thing to be";
And not a fragment more.
Did I leave smiling Mrs. Frood.
My thoughts were all of Politics
And Playing Ball and Laying Bricks
And Tax Returns and Magic Tricks...
