Ode on the Recent Banning 

of Public Nudity in San Francisco

Oh what's the harm in being nude,

If no one's viewed while getting screwed?

Though natural, that would be too crude,

Even if one's not a prude.

Every father –– every mother ––

Possesses one thing –– or another ––

As does every sister, brother,

So why the fuss, the muss, the bother?

As long as brother's made like dad,

And sister has what mother had,

There's no call to be sad or mad,

In fact it should make most feel glad.

If parts got switched, then there'd be cause

For consternation –– not applause ––

So, I guess at least should be one clause

Or two within a township's laws

Restricting what may be displayed 

On side streets, park grounds, on parade,

In sunshine, rain, in light or shade

Deterred, not just deferred, delayed.

For most folks shy away from freaks,

And soon react with piercing shrieks,

And then there are the gawking geeks,

And those who publicly take leaks!

And then, comparison of size,

While never wise, engenders sighs,

Besides, the sight of flabby thighs

Might gag reflexes energize!

And so, since mobs are rarely quiet,

And many fatties will not diet,

Would-be voyeurs will not buy it.

So, just stay clothed. Why start a riot?

~ FreeThinke (11/24/12)