Merle and June at the Nudist Camp

Merle and June at the Nudist Camp

A Poem by Bob B

Merle and June needed a break

From their Midwestern town.

Inundated with sales and receipts,

Both were starting to drown.

 

After years without a vacation,

June found an ideal

Vacation spot at a mountain resort,

And the price was a steal.

 

Ah, finally, to be one with nature!

To sit on their behinds!

To escape the intolerable prairie heat!

To put work out of their minds!

 

During their drive, Merle said, "Dear,

This trip should calm your nerves."

He couldn't see the fear in June's face

As he sped 'round the mountain curves.

 

Once they were settled in their cabin,

June's calm turned out to be brief.

Staring out the window she shrieked

"What?" in disbelief.

 

"Merle," she said, "On the path out there…

I tell you, I could have sworn

I saw a man and woman walk by

As naked as the day they were born!"

 

Grabbing her glasses to read the brochure,

June had to squint

To see that it stated "nudist camp"

In very, very small print.

 

More nude couples sauntered by

With body parts a-dangling.

"Bite the bullet," she said to poor

Merle whose nerves were jangling.

 

"Lock up all of our clothes in our safe

So no one can purloin 'em.

It states right here: No Refund, so

If you CAN'T beat 'em, join 'em."

 

So au naturel Merle and June

Enjoyed the fresh mountain air.

Then Merle got a mosquito bite

On his…well…you know…down there.

 

They started to feel a bit more relaxed

After sitting and sipping

On a few cold drinks. Suddenly, they realized:

They'd never gone skinny dipping.

 

Merle learned in the cool mountain lake

That he was a quick reactor:

Walking back to the shore he complained,

"Blasted shrinkage factor!"

 

Walking around unclad was fine--

With that they had no disputes.

But dining felt a little bit strange

In their birthday suits.

 

Swimming, golfing, hiking, riding,

And sunbathing were all fun,

But they burned parts of their bodies that

Had never seen the sun.

 

Burning his bum wasn't part of the plan,

Merle had to admit.

For three whole days it curtailed activities

Because he couldn't sit.

 

After two weeks of mosquito bites

And sunburned rumps they set

Off on their journey home from a trip

The two would never forget.

 

So, what lessons did they learn?

Being a nature lover

Is fine and dandy, but next time they'll do it

With some sort of cover.

 

And to feel the wind blow on them

Could put their mind at ease.

But they also learned that parts of the body

Don’t need to feel a breeze.

 

(6-23-15)

 

© 2016 Bob B


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