No More To Streak Or Turn the Cheek

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'.