The twinkling stream
In sea-foam green
Was strolling o’er the rocks
And on the sand
A merry band
Were clothed in naught but socks.
They danced about,
Let it all hang out,
Just happy to be young,
Especially he,
Who’s six-foot-three
And very amply-hung.
Their harmless fun
Had hurt no one
But the cops lacked any pity:
“This here stream,
“Rural as it may seem,
“Is legally still the city.”
The cops gave out
With an air of clout
Citations to the nudists.
They seemed unstressed
As they got dressed
As if they all were buddhists.
Now clothed, the band
Heeded police demand.
It’s true! I checked on Snopes.
Unclothed, unarmed
They went home unharmed,
So black folks: there’s still hope!
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So I was enjoying this poem until the last line and now I’m wondering if I missed something o.O
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Basically I wrote myself into a corner.
I needed a punchline (whether for comedic effect or to satisfy my ego we’ll never know), and I could think of three options:
1: It was all a dream (rhymes with “Twinkling Stream,” but invalidates the rest of the story)
2: Make a cheap nudity joke (tempting, but in poor taste)
3: Cash in on the current American political climate wherein the police are assumed by many to be racist for shooting unarmed black teenagers.
Two options are banal, one is bad, offensive, racially insensitive, and in extremely poor taste…
This narrowed down my options considerably 🙂
In short, this is a poem about happy, innocent people written in a tasteless fashion, with an added Public Service Announcement that being that being naked in broad daylight is a good way to prove you aren’t a threat to anyone.
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But now all I’m thinking about is a bank robbery by nude people! 😛
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If it works… 🙂
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