14 thoughts on “Bottoms Up

    1. For some reason it reminds me of the Thomas Hardy poem, Ice on the Highway. Except they would be a little chilly without clothes and wouldn’t get far if they just danced around and around. Apart from that ….

      Seven buxom women abreast, and arm in arm,
      Trudge down the hill, tip-toed,
      And breathing warm;
      They must perforce trudge thus, to keep upright
      On the glassy ice-bound road,

      And they must get to market whether or no,
      Provisions running low
      With the nearing Saturday night,
      While the lumbering van wherein they mostly ride
      Can nowise go:
      Yet loud their laughter as they stagger and slide!

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