Interesting how one thing leads to another. While I was wrestling with the last stanza of Nancy was a Nudist, peregrinf helped out by throwing several possible rhymes my way. I saw they didn't quite fit the poem I was working on, but they might work in a verse of their own, and I stitched them together, adding a little story, and came up with Tongue Twister. It reminds me a bit too much of an old Rowan and Martin bit about a nudist flutist, but no one would have known that if I hadn't just mentioned it. Thanks, P.