I heard a whisper on the breeze,
In Autumn trees lose all their leaves.
It's Saturday the First of May,
Time for 'World Nude Gardening Day'.
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When many gard'ners strip their clothes,
And yes I will be one of those.
I know there's some who may complain,
And say "Oh dear, not Mum again."
But yes dear children time has come,
I promise I won't show my bum.
Although it's bare I'll hide behind,
A great big bush That I will find.
I'll prune the roses really quick,
And be real careful not to prick,
My finger, on a thorny bit,
Ensure that I don't scratch one bit.
I'll mow the grass, then pull some weeds,
I'll even plant some tiny seeds.
Rake up the grass upon the ground,
Clean up the mess that I have found.
To verify this day of toil,
Out gard'ning naked in the soil,
I'll take a photo one or two,
When I am done I'll send them through.
And when I see the setting sun,
I'll raise a glass and say what fun,
It is to freely liberate,
And garden naked on this date.
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