The Streaker
My heart leapt up when I beheld
A streaker in the street,
A bushy—pussied brunette
With a figure nudely neat,
With unbound breasts a—jiggle
And buttocks bouncing free;
Firm—striding like an Amazon
And calm of face was she.
Long since I lost my innocence
But yet it gave me joy;
I wish I could have seen such sights
While I was still a boy!
