Such a dull evening Enlightened by your woeful presence. From the black humidity you came Out of the silence of the air, Oh mysterious woman of the night Beauty topped with long brown hair, How you jog so gracefully, And remove thy shirt so discretely.
This is more of an inside story than it is an artistic piece of literature. I was walking home from an evening marching band practice one night and the poem says the rest. A woman jogged on by, and as she passed me she began to remove her shirt. Rest assured I did not complain.