I came upon a naked woman Who did not run away She barely hid amidst a willow And giggled, half-displayed This confused me. Those white eyes stared me down and up But wait, is she not blind Her vision must be coloured some She's covered her behind I think. It's hard to say. As I draw near, she sees me blush This simply isn't right It should be her with reddened cheeks Not me, to her delight Why pick that tree? Colourblind, would I be stripped Of relishing her hair Or is that process so inversed As she is hidden there Oh! Look how the boughs sway! Closer still, I cast aside The branches weeping wet No longer feeling comfortable My eyes cross quite upset Aaah! I can't see! I fell within the half-nude trap And now know why the tree outcries What was exposed, I won't forget That tempting nakedness belies It's a stupid painting, anyway.

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