My vulva dances in the bath,
It splish-splish-splashes, peekaboo.
My vulva tries to make me laugh,
Then sneaks off with my best shampoo.
My vulva dances in the park.
It swings, and slides, it round-abouts.
My vulva likes to light a spark,
And beat up boys in knockabouts.
My vulva dances in the light,
With polka, foxtrot, cha-cha-cha.
My vulva waits then ‘til the night,
When it can swing upon a star.
My vulva dances free as air,
And trips the light fantastic.
My vulva tickles under there,
It’s super-cali-vulva-tastic!
27 December 2006 at 6:58 pm
Your vulva sounds like it has been drinking too much caffeine. But seriously quite fun
12 January 2007 at 9:05 pm
Thank goodness, an antidote to Twisty’s post today, Sat. Feb 10/2007
29 March 2007 at 9:03 pm
[...] Thursday – My Vulva Dances In The Bath (On Touchingly Naive Scribblings) [...]
29 March 2007 at 9:16 pm
[...] Scribblings: it is short poem and it is about as sensible as you could expect with a name like My Vulva Dances In The Bath. [...]
17 June 2007 at 1:10 pm
I am helping friends of Mama Mozaic do a fundraiser today to for ther next show “Vulva’s on Fire: OH MY! So I’m reading your My vulva Dances in the Bath piece. I will give out your contact info.
18 June 2007 at 9:30 pm
D in MN – cool! Good luck with the fundraiser.
18 June 2007 at 10:03 pm
[...] Naive, proud to be associated (however distantly and indirectly) with Mama [...]