I've Got No Pockets When I'm Naked

I've got no pockets when I'm naked
I've got no place to put things
My cell phone's small, but I can't recall
Where I've put it when it rings

I've got no pockets when I'm naked
And there isn't any space
For things like keys, or my Burt's Bees
Or a defensive can of Mace

So what am I to do, I say,
When I've lost all nooks and crannies?
If my only shot of what I've got
Is to put things in my fanny?

Should I bag it up and push it in
And hope to get it back?
Or take a stand, put out my hand
Say, "I won't do that, Jack!"

But the problem still remains, I fear
And I don't mean to be crass
But of what to do, I ask of you
And what's that ringing in my ass?

Started 6 Mar 2007, 1:33pm
Finished 24 Oct 2007, 11:15am