The Streaker

by Ida Cutler

The streaker who streaked by the lake
Had an aspect a bit hard to take.
When he wanted to play,
The girls ran away!
He was goose bumped all over, Land's sakes!

An old girl met the Streak face to face,
Of clothing he showed not a trace!
Cops said, "Tall, heavy, or fair?
White, black, native, long hair?"

She said, "I didn't look at his face!"