Wasn’t she cute in her birthday suit
Riding on that pony?
Dressed like that, she needed a hat,
To shade her abalone

Skin, so fair, and that long blonde hair,
Glowing in the sun.
Seated so tall, so mythical,
Shook the town’s equilibrium.

Ode to Lady Godiva – 
A statement of long time ago – 
That people are free, to be a marquee,
Not even be incognito.

Ode to Lady Godiva.
Be whatever you want to be,
But do it for reason, and during the season,
Or you’ll freeze your anatomy.