I have never touched the claws of a rapacious bird

Or travelled from Edinburgh to Berwick on Tweed

I have never read a Spanish newspaper

Or worked with a chap called Steed

That is the reason that I sleep naked

I own some pairs of pyjamas

And a few rather lost bed socks

But I always wear my gown in the morning

As my nudity often shocks

 

 

This poem is to be read when one is naked