There once were some among the living
Who made their living by skinny dipping
They would sneak into a rich person’s pool
Strip themselves naked those silly old fools.
Dive headfirst into the liquid stuff
And pray not to be found while in the buff
One day while in the sport of naked diving
They swam around and began contriving.
A plan that if done would for many weeks
Have the whole town talking of their butt cheeks
‘I have a thought!’ said Ty, the oldest lad
‘Today we will start the next great fad.
You know how teens think it fun and games
To imprint cement by writing their names?
We will do likewise, this is quite true
But names are too common, our butts we will do.
With plan in mind they set off at a pace
To find fresh cement that they could disgrace
But lest you think these 3 guys immodest
They put back on pants, I’m being honest.
Down street they walked seeing some obstruction
Which happened to be a site of construction
‘Here’s our chance!’ said the youngest of the 3
‘The cement is still wet over by that tree.
A cruel joke played lady luck on them that day
For that cement was made to dry right away
As it was touched the mixture cemented
Leaving their behinds forever indented.
In the same ground they had meant to sully
