Shaving In the Dark

I was shaving in the dark hoping not to leave a mark when I heard a voice outside of me Say, “hark!” I first thought “odd remark!” as naked I lay, stark inside my bathtub, shaving in the dark “On a task you must embark” continued the voice which first said, “Hark” “We need you to go right now to Central Park” I then thought, “what a lark!” & felt my curiosity spark – I decided then and there to go ahead and hark I wasn’t sure what harking was, but I was game to try, & doing what any good harkee does, I tossed my razor by, got quickly, slippery, out of the tub and grabbed my towel to dry But the harking voice said, “Wait a minute, we do not want you dressed; we want your body and all your senses by spring-eve winds caressed; you must go down to Central Park (no one’s there, it is quite dark) and stand before us naked, unobsessed and know that you are truly, ever blessed” “Okay,” said I, “I’ll try.” --- Stepping lightly through the dark, I headed off to Central Park & quickly reached my given destination (On the way I passed a shark – swear to God, I heard it bark – or was that noise my own imagination?) --- Now here I stand, a naked man & wonder what I’m doing I obeyed a demand— no, make that command, & now that action I am ruing For to tell the truth, I feel quite uncouth standing naked for the viewing Of one & all, both short & tall (Dear Lord I hope I’m snoozing -- Then this would be a fantasy, from which I’ll wake refreshed to find it all within my mind ‘cuz I’d gone to sleep undressed)