Put It Away
Put It Away
When the sun comes out
Inhibitions change
Of that, there's no doubt
Like the flick of a switch
Deep inside the brain
When the weather moves
To sun from the rain
It affects everyone
From the fit to the fat
Questions respectability
Can't comprehend that
The men and women
Are both equally bad
Displaying their flesh
In this sunshine based fad
All of the skin
That's hidden by clothes
Through darkened months
Is suddenly exposed
The expanse of whiteness
For all to see
Has come out to find
Some vitamin D
There's ladies with hot pants
Showing mottled thighs
Really and truly
They need a bigger size
Midriffs jut forward
Framed by tiny tops
Back fat and love handles
Please. Make this stop
Bra backs stand out
Against v back tshirt
More fashionable elegance
They need to exert
There's a time and a place
For wobbly bits
Muffin tops and cellulite
And squashed underarm tits
As for the men
Well what can I say
Stripping right off
On the first sunny day
Off come the shirts
So nipples are exposed
As they strut around town
In the emperors new clothes
Their shirts they carry
Or tuck in their shorts
Pulling down waistbands
With no extra support
Beer bellies, arse cracks
Shorts that are tight
Chest hair and back hair
Not a pretty sight
There's also the buff type
All skinny and toned
Nipples like chisels
Used to carve stone
Even the oldies
Are there to be mocked
Shorts pulled right up
With sandals and socks
There are places
Where this is alright
Parks and beaches
Back gardens, out of sight
I can't work it out
I know not what it is
Why sartorial elegance
Is put all in a tiz
I'm not being a prude
But I just need to say
Not all flesh is pretty
So put it away
