AFTER A MUDDY GARDEN JOB

How a wet, muddy garden job    
Led to a nuddy kitchen job    
   
When Adam first worked he'd be nude    
(Before that serpent did intrude...)    
Tilling, tending, Eden's Garden,    
Making skin tan, muscles harden.    
Now, my garden lacks privacy    
To let me garden nakedly (LOL)    
But rain soaked digging gave me cause    
To mix up work with fun indoors    
When, having got my clothes muddy,    
I had bath, then washed them, nuddy.
  
I scrubbed my clothes in kitchen sink,    
Shameless stripped to my tan and pink    
While curtains were drawn and blinds down,    
Door locked to outside village-town.    
Into the empty bath they drip,    
While, later, fresh clothes on I slip    
When I have taken teatime bread    
That I prepared while still naked,    
Connecting with our Eden roots    
Of Adam-Eve in birthday suits.    

Oh, how one's chores can be made fun    
When they're performed in Nothing On!  
God made man naked and to work,  
I take to heart - so then, why shirk?
My body and work should make pride
That only God should override.
It's living under hand of God
I express in my naked bod,
Not spirit of idolatry
That says, "You see - bow down to me!"