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A little
mischief's all I had in mind,
Was nothing bad,
Was just a fad,
But more than just some trouble did I find,
I was unclad,
Which made them mad.
They called it
'streaking', so I thought I'd try,
It was a blast,
I ran so fast,
Before this time I thought that I was shy,
The room was vast,
I came in last.
Around the room and
then right out the door,
They said they'd wait,
But I was late,
The car was gone and I was left, hardcore,
They were irate,
I could relate.
They were upset and,
frankly, so was I,
My friends had fled,
My clothes I'd shed,
And now I knew in jail I would fry,
My face was red,
I'd made my bed.
The cops came in and
put me in the 'pen',
Still I was nude,
A naked dude,
So there I was with many other men,
I thought it rude,
And very crude.
They laughed and
joked and made such fun of me,
It was so cruel,
And I, the fool,
I was a stupid man, you will agree,
But once a jewel,
And very cool.
A lesson learned,
and now I wear some clothes,
No more to 'streak',
I'm not a freak,
And no more, ever, will I dare expose,
Show my physique,
Or turn the 'cheek'.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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