Nude Bootscoot'n

The Western gear Bootscooters wore seemed set for evermore
Until the night some sailor boys stepped on Australia's shore.
They heard a band and dapping hands and went to join the fun,
And found, when they got to the hall, the dance had just begun.

The night was warm, the hall was packed, the temp'rature ran high
And sailor boys, it is well known, are certainly not shy!
They shed their starched white cotton tops and navy pants, to boot,
And clad in just boots, belt and cap, lined up to join the scoot.

Spectators gasped, the scooters stared, the bouncers dimmed the lights,
And one by one, clothes flew around, as bras and slacks and tights
Were shed by all the dancers, while the startled band played on.
Bootscooting wore a whole new look, for all they now had on

Was hats and belts and boots and grins, while sailors wore tattoos,
For with their clothes the scooters shed all thought of old taboos.
And so without their Western gear you'll see them, fat and thin,
The tall and short, the old and young, with smooth or hairy skin.

The wrinkled and the flabby bits that once were kept confined
Now dangle, wobble, flip and flop and hardly look refined!
So now bootscooting's in the nude and we can see them all
As Nature made them, warts and all... all creatures great and small.

Copyright; Dorothy B. West