There’s a new trend That’s making its mark - Activities done Naked and stark. Not sexy and swinging But normal things nude; Hobbies done naked But never done crude. Pete’s got a place On Old Fulton Street In Brooklyn New York Where naked you’ll eat. The diners and waiters The staff and the crew, Don’t wear a stitch While swilling the brew. And the Mercantile Grill Serves beverage and food In lower Manhattan To those dining nude. Perhaps meditation’s More suited to you Then the Temple of Phoenix Offers yoga to do. Stretching and pulling While naked and bare, Downward faced dogs Waving butts in the air. At the People’s Improv, A comedic showcase, The only thing worn Is a smile on a face. There’s even an airline That flies the blue sky, Each passenger nude, Each bosom and thigh. But judging from people I’ve seen on the street, Nude’s not the way Most people I’d meet. It’s surely sounds better Than it’s sure to be, When most of the dressed I’d rather not see.