A nudist and a nudibranch
Were off the a Florida Coast
Both common in those waters
Warm weather was their host.
The nudist had a pickle,
“Sea cucumber,” said he,
“a Tubifex like a T rex
Is what you get with me.”
The nudibranch was rankled,
Competitive, enraged
“Do you often boast so.
When socially engaged?”
“You misapprehend me,”
The unclad man replied,
“For I thought we were brothers,
When compared side by side.”
With languid strokes he stiffened,
The nudibranch, erect did look
The floater in his eye,
“I ‘ve a crab lodged in my anus
“And he itches by and by,
So you must forgive me,
For such things are a pain
And make me testy, see?”
“I once had crabs a plenty,
bad company I kept,
but now that I’m a nudist
of these I have been swept.
“Lest you get too jealous,
Lest I hurt your pride,
even me, a nudist
up my anus give a ride.
“There is a agent of the
Service Revenue
who took the term internal
and decided it meant screw.
“He took advantage of
My assets, and left me
As you see, so now
I am a nudist in a nudist colony.”
The nudibranch, he nodded
Though he hadn’t any head.
“That is a sad, sad story
and I understand your dread.
“We don’t pay any taxes,
on the bottom of the sea
My butt crab keeps a look out
for the loan sharks after me.”
