Clothes have become an encumbrance, for suddenly Summer's arrived.
This chap, here, has taken a bold stance and a way to cool off he's contrived.
He's waited for moonlight to clothe him in naught but its silvery light,
now he'll hop on his trusty old Harley and disappear into the night.
His skin will appear luminescent, so if people see him flashing by,
they'll suppose he's ghost or a ghoulie, not a streaker who's still a bit shy!
Written for Tess and Andrew Wyeth at The Mag 178
I like the idea of a ghostly streaker!
ReplyDeletePresumably in line 5 "flashing by" is a double-entendre?
ReplyDeleteOf course! Were you in any doubt?! :)
DeleteShy yes...just a bit...
ReplyDeleteSuperbly cool; well written.
ReplyDeleteYup same as my view- thanks!
ReplyDeleteA ghoulie with ghoulies! That is so funny, Jinksy!
ReplyDeleteBut please note how careful I was with the spelling I chose? I does make such a difference!!!
DeleteI have been tainted by Twilight and now every time I read "skin" and "luminescent" in the same sentence, I can't help but think about glittering vampires *sigh* It's shameful, I know.
ReplyDeleteoh very fun! I am looking forward to reading everyone's take on this image!
ReplyDeleteSeriously funny stuff.
ReplyDeleteWhat? He's not astride a Triumph or a Norton? How can this be?
ReplyDeleteGuess I don't know much about motorbikes...
Deletelove it, love it...
ReplyDeleteVery charming!
ReplyDeleteMissing your posts - Hurry back!
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