The Naked Old Man

Walking casually along Durdle Door,
The hills were steep, my feet were sore,
The sun was hot, my sweat was dripping,
I clambered on, but I kept on slipping...

Then down on the beach, something caught my eye,
I tell you this; I do not lie,
A naked old man - low and behold -
Was strolling around on the sand so gold...

We stood in silence at this ghastly sight,
His wrinkled old penis did give us a fright!
This naive old man, he did not care,
About flashing off his arse so bare...

This amusing experience did inspire
Us to walk away with a writing desire
And as this poem draws to end
About Durdle Door and our butt-naked friend!

(c)

Yes this is very immature writing about some poor old naturist
but I gotta tell you it was hilarious, and my brother's immaturity really helped in the making of this poem!!

by LoveLiesBleeding
posted on 04/09/2007