these very words you now do read, were by lack of my clothing freed
(so, you may think this very rude, but i am blogging in the nude !)

i rise and quickly shut the blind, (no lucid thought will grace my mind)
made braver by the coming night, i ditch my gear in failing light !

i perch gingerly on my chair, and wait for inspiration there
(the phone rings and my tea is spilt in clumsy and pre-emptive guilt !)

i force my brain back to my task, which really is a major ask
('cause my mind got one stop and froze at "you're not wearing any clothes !!!")

i sought a freedom metaphor by disrobing onto the floor !
instead i got a scorching case of writers block and egg-on-face