Barnham! Barnham! He dreamt of being the greatest showman From boy to man He dreamt a million colourful wonderful shows

Mr Wolf came to lunch A bouquet of flowers in his hand Licking his lips His sharp piercing white teeth Arriving for lunch

Triple whammy Not one Not two But three Invisible men I see

The pagoda On the promenade The parrot in the skyline

I danced naked in the river I only felt it’s touch I felt it’s cold I felt my blood rush

A naked vacation A naked holiday The Naked Poet needs a rest

The blue sky and sun shone on the righteous one We felt their warmth We couldn’t cry

If only I knew my end at the start I don’t remember my start Long forgotten Times of ignorant bliss Soon passes to the long middle bit

The building brick The noise of these never ending bricks Building blocks The builder digs deep

It’s always around about midnight Your hands start to sweat Your d**k starts to harden

He is in his Christmas tree disguise Rocking the Christmas tree look Wearing his Christmas tree dress His dress full of bright coloured li

The Naked Poet is feeling a little bit wild Her wild unfurling mind Winter Dark deep black skies Wild and fierce winds

I found a golden key on the floor It opened the door No longer a corridor A glass lift with no floor My feet holding onto gravity

You looked at me You saw the devil st You looked at me You saw the devil strip me bare Naked in your sight

A game of nakedness A game to peel away my jeans and top A game of lust

You are the puppeteer You control my fragile strings I am your beautiful ballerina I wait for our operatic music to begin

The wonderment of my words I cannot converse For written down they are just words Yet as they are read You begin to feel Sometimes a te

The earth wanted to sleep Its only cover the watery blanket of the sea The earth was always half asleep The sun and the moon moved opposit

I know you dream Your naked mind f**k You cannot escape Caught in her naked web Words in every silk thread

The naked rebel He knows what he wants I am under his commands On the floor my dress lands I don’t want to resist