Streaking
There once was a fad we called streaking
For those with attention-type seeking
But not for a prude
‘Cause you ran in the nude
Very fast, to prevent people peeking.
The witnesses often were shrieking
Though gazes, of course, they were sneaking.
The streaker was thrilled
For his dash had fulfilled
Being cheeky enough to cause freaking.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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