The Sleepwalking Sensation
George walked by us neighbors one night.
Our husbands were shocked at the sight,
for this uncouth dude
was lewd, crude, and nude.
We wives tried to hide our delight.
The angry men yelled, “Hey, you freak!"
Oblivious, George didn't speak.
He stared straight ahead
then went home to bed.
He'd stroll again, bare, the next week.
The problem, recalls Dr. Dover,
was BAD but, soon afterwards, over.
Doc watched George and found
him walking around
asleep, so some pills cured this rover.
The neighborhood men are quite glad
no naked man’s making them mad.
While breathing a sigh,
relieved, they ask why
we wives have just lately seemed sad.
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