Following the longest, wettest night of my life,
I took a flying leap at my bed--and missed,
landing in the year 1060 in English Coventry.
There I met Leofric, wealthy earl of Mercia,
and his stunning wife Godiva, patron of the arts
and accomplished equestrienne.
Leofric, who got his wealth in the mutton trade,
scoffed at Godiva’s desire to promote the arts
among the masses, who were more concerned
about life’s necessities, like eating--no easy task
in the face of Leofric’s shameful tax system
(the earl even levied a tax on manure).
Godiva sealed herself in her bedchamber
until, alas, the frustrated Leofric surrendered,
on condition that his wife ride her steed
through the Coventry streets in the nude,
an idea readily approved by the peasants who
relished so rare an opportunity to worship
the beauty of the human body, a work of art.
Leofric, surprised at Lady Godiva’s acceptance,
agreed to eliminate all nonessential taxes.
At this point, a funny thing happened.
The streets of Coventry dissolved into Lady
Godiva’s high noon ride down 8th Avenue
in the heart of New York’s garment district.
I stood in the crowd next to Henny Youngman
playing his violin (a Stradivarius he purchased
from Jack Benny for a dollar ninety-eight).
Many who lined the street were show biz notables.
Sinatra could be heard above the crowd singing
Luck be a Lady Tonight. Also spotted were
Tiny Tim perched high on the shoulders of
Oliver Hardy, the mayor holding a huge key, and
the Keystone Kops in charge of crowd control.
Happily spreading rose petals along Godiva’s path
was San Francisco’s own Lloyd Lofthouse.
At the sound of horse hooves on the avenue
I nudged Henny and said, Here she comes!
Henny wanted to know who.
Lady Godiva, I said, her naked beauty
barely concealed by her lovely long hair.
Hah! growled Henny. That’s no lady…
that’s my wife!
I broke his Stradivarius.
The crowd roared.
And I ran away with Ella Fitzgerald, singing
The Lady is a Tramp.
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and the slippery spiral loop of time that circles and encircles all this crazybeautiful stuffs :}
divine.
ness
Riding Nude Actually Sounds Like A Very Bold & Fun Thing To Do....
I hear the sighful ohhh's & ewww's & ahhh's as her hair flies behind her on her ride & she bounces on her saddle....or was she riding that horse bareback? Either way..yep she surely is in all her glory nude
lol....Vickie
You have a mind filled with imagination. This was really entertaining and fun to read. Thank you!!!
Sandie May :o)
John
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Edwin
Love,
Sage