Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Chainmail Bikini


She was afraid to come out of the closet,
She felt as naked as she could be;
It was all they had in the closet
And she knew everybody would see.

One, two, three, four
Tell the people what she wore

It was an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny chainmail bikini
That she wore on a dare today
It was an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny chainmail bikini
And in the closet she wanted to stay.

One, two, three, four,
Dammit, dammit tell us more!

She was afraid to go on the beach now
So a big pullover was what she wore
Anyway, it was cold in the building
So she didn't show any more.

One, two, three, four,
Tell us more!  Tell us more!

It was an itsy-bitsy teeny-weenie chainmail bikini
That she wore for the first time today;
An itsy-bitsy teeny-weenie chainmail bikini
And much less than she wanted to stay.

She thought that people would stare
That was a given, you see.
But didn't know she would care.
But for the way people looked at she.

It was an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weenie chainmail bikini
That she wore for the first time today;
An itsy-bitsy teeny-weenie chainmail bikini
So in an old jersey she wanted to stay.

She quickly jumped in the water,
Not too bright, but felt that she must;
She stayed in for a long time
And the darned thing started to rust.

It was an itsy-bitsy teeny-weenie chainmail bikini
That she wore for the first time today;
An itsy-bitsy teeny-weenie chainmail bikini
So in the cold water she wanted to stay.


4 comments:

  1. I could sing right along with this.

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  2. You have a cute poem, Elvis. I could sing along with it too.

    I once had a chainmail bikini. It felt clammy on the skin, especially there. And, obviously, not to swim in!

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