He was biking down the street from here to there,
A large gentleman swathed in a smile and body hair.
I heard a young lady wail, "Hide your shame"
He stopped and said, "You must not know my name"
"I am Naked Francescu!" He crowed with delight.
"I am a picture of beauty, and oh what a sight!"
Now, as he spoke, he shook and he trembled,
I gathered my thoughts and my wits I assembled.
"Why, dear sir, must you be in the buff,
I am greatly offended and I've had enough!"
He put his arm on my shoulder and said with a sigh,
"Oh my boy, you only wish you could be as nude as I!"
It occured to me this man may just be right,
My clothes were a hindrance, my clothes were a blight!
I threw off my T-shirt and peeled off my jeans,
And learned that day what freedom really means!
Now I don't know where this poem is going,
But I'm trailing off and my mind is slowing.
So I'll end it here, with me in the nude,
And if you need a naked guy, I'm your dude.