Naked Rules

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Rules For Nudists
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Nakedcraving
Nakedcraving
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Every nudist knows sunburn and to watch out for bees,
And to lookout for thorny bushes, rough bark on the trees.
To watch where you sit,
Making sure that you fit,
And being quite careful with elbows and knees.

Each nudist knows to carry a big, fluffy towel.
If you sit on bare furniture the owners will growl.
If your eyes linger too long
On a breast or a dong
As they’re throwing your ass out, management will scowl.


It isn’t that hard to follow these simple rules
It just is important you protect all your jewels.
The nudists are merry,
Some a bit hairy,
But naked people most often just don’t suffer fools.

Nakedcraving
Nakedcraving
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Winter_FareWinter_Fareover 1 year ago

There once was a flasher from Stains

Whose cock was in charge of his brains

With an inch out the top

Of his trousers he'd stop

To wave his wood in gropecunt lane

A prostitute carrying shears

Was enough to reduce him to tears

It gave him a shock

When she trimmed off his cock

Cut his purse and then both of his ears

The constable heard the man bleat

But he wasn't too quick on his feet

When he came to arrive

The man was unalive

And the whore had took off up the street

The crux of the story is this

Only get your knob out for a piss

If you wave it at me

Then unfortunately

There will not be much left to kiss

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