A naughty nude
Laughed, “Aren’t I rude,
Dancing round the park?”
A portly prude
Gasped, “I’m not wooed
By nastiness at dark.”
“Perhaps,” the brazen nude replied,
“I’m just a bashful blushing bride.”
“More like an exhibitionist,”
The prude in admonition hissed.
As if on cue, the groom appeared,
Naked save for goatee beard.
“Is this some kind of talent quest?”
Enquired the prude, with proffered chest.