Mrs. Frood

Exhibit A:
A VERSE FROM MY HIGH SCHOOL DAYS

Mrs. Frood

or
An Odd Encounter

by Howard Cruse

As I shook hands with Mrs. Frood
I thought it odd that she was nude,
But not a word said I, not I,
Not wanting to be rude.
The subject was brought up by she.
"A nudist, I!" said she to me.
"Oh, truly? You?" said I (quite shy)
And gazed into my tea.

We sat upon the sofa there
And spoke of Woe and Want and Care
And Things to Eat and Things to See
(But not of Things to Wear).

"A nudist, I!" said she once more
As stood we finally at the door.
Said I, "Indeed! A thing to be!"
And not a fragment more.

I left her smiling in the nude,
Did I leave smiling Mrs. Frood.
My thoughts were all of Politics
And Playing Ball and Laying Bricks
And Tax Returns and Magic Tricks...

...And NEVER
Were they rude.

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		As I shook hands with Mrs. Frood I thought it odd that she was nude, But not a word said I, not I, Not wanting to be rude. The subject was brought up by she. "A nudist, I!" said she to me. "Oh, truly? You?" said I (quite shy) And gazed into my tea. We sat upon the sofa there And spoke of Woe and Want and Care And Things to Eat and Things to See (But not of Things to Wear). "A nudist, I!" said she once more As stood we finally at the door. Said I, "Indeed! A thing to be!" And not a fragment more. I left her smiling in the nude, Did I leave smiling Mrs. Frood. My thoughts were all of Politics And Playing Ball and Laying Bricks And Tax Returns and Magic Tricks...
			...And NEVER Were they rude.