(This is a fictional poem)

You've been mowing the yard without a top.
People are staring and this is going to stop.
If these men don't stop staring at you, they'll need get well cards.
Get your naked self back in the house and let me mow the yard.
You embarrass me every time you mow the lawn.
You'd better get in the house and put a top on!
If you go outside topless again, I'll lock you in the house.
Get your crazy ass indoors and put on a damn blouse!