She’d forsaken bras, panties and lippy,
Smoked dope and tripped out, gone all hippy.
Nice tits, see-through shirt,
Nipples hard… Did they hurt,
When they bounced, if the weather was nippy?
Tag: hippy
Flowers in her hair
She’d tuned in, and turned on, and dropped out,
Burned her bra! Her big boobies flopped out.
Joined a commune and all;
Dope, free love, had a ball!
One, two, three flower-children popped out!
Left-over hippy
Grey-haired, pretty, a left-over hippy,
Great tits still, spaced out, often trippy,
Nude most of the time,
But, hey! That ain’t no crime!
(Though, in winter, a little bit nippy!)