A Madman Is Oft Wont To Walk About Naked

He had a habit of pissing off the neighbors
Standing outside yelling:
“Take that Leawood!” as he pissed off the deck
Into the backyard hostas,
They had made him move into town
When they found him naked in the vineyard,
Pruning the vines and singing the Hallelujah Chorus,
He just looked at them with that
You’re gonna get what you ask for look,
Saying “Howdy Ma’am” to the neighbor lady
Doing his best John Wayne impression,
“Cute little scudder,” he switched to Jon Voight,
Pointing to the dog she was walking,
All this without a thread,
“No shirt, no shoes, no service,” he cackled
Switching to a Nicholsonish voice,
As he continued his morning walkabout,
Yelling at the top of his lungs:
“The Emperor has new clothes!
The Emperor has new clothes!”
Then: “Eureka! Eureka! I found it!”
As he clutched his privates,
So they moved him back to his country place,
Sewing his clothes on backwards,
Putting a pair of Converse Ozzie Straitjackets
On his feet,
Relieved, to say the least, that Leawood
Had once again regained its sanity.