We are products of our upbringing. When I grew up my parents wouldn’t even discusss that tacky subject of the birds and the bees. Sex was such a forbidden and mysterious matter. Whatever we learned later we received from the street or library books. Today some insists that even children of kindergarten age should be informed. A little early I would say. I also disagree with much of the vulgarity we see today. It cheapens the beautiful gift of sex. Where precisely the border must be drawn is a matter of dispute. Much of it depends on our own upbringing and disposition. Here is a humorous look from one who still posseses a modicum of modesty.
IMPULSIVE ACT OF SHAME
Rode my ten speed in the country,
To enjoy the day of God’s bounty.
Sunshine, flowers and honey bees,
And chirping birds among the trees.
Rode my bike over hill and dale,
Then stopped to drink some Adam’s ale.
I looked and saw a grassy knoll,
So inviting, I took a little stroll.
Was more tired than I thought at first,
Had another drink to quench my thirst.
Why not lay down for a quiet rest?
When you’re tired, that’s the best.
How heavenly, to enjoy Gods’ creation,
Especially by me, of humble station.
God’s gifts can be enjoyed by all,
If men are open to hear His call.
Threw down my hat, took off my shirt.
Pants off too, I said with some mirth.
Looked at my arms, so nicely browned.
My legs? So ghastly pale I found.
My chest? The pallor of a dead man
That too needs a darn good tan!
Finally laid down with arms stretched out,
Boy, those sunrays did have some clout.
A sudden impulse hit me fast,
The thought, “Wouldn’t that be a blast?”
Took off my shorts, threw them away,
Let mother nature have full sway.
Some enjoy full body tattoo,
For me? Such a body tan too.
No sooner said, the thought occurred.
Can’t be seen like this. Must keep alert.
The sun caressed my naked glory.
If found out, wouldn’t that make a story?
I felt such guilt, amidst such pleasure.
The sun shone on without measure.
What is that tinkling that I hear?
That sounds like cowbells drawing near.
Oh no! Cows are coming my way,
Driven by a girl as fair as day.
I panicked. My shorts I could not find.
Where did I throw them? Was I blind?
Then woke up, for what I heard,
Was the clock’s ringing on the hearth.
Couldn’t tell my wife nor a friend.
No one could possibly understand,
That a retired man of the cloth,
Had indulged in such shameful thought.
If stark naked Adam and Eve
Could walk in that Garden so free.
What changed ,that such shame I should feel,
When I, in a dream, my shorts did peel?
VP June 2, 2006- All rights reserved
Tags: guilt, humour, inhibitions, modesty, sex
