No More Skinny Dipping

I sneak along warily.
The neighbor's house is where I'll be.
Shed my clothes and jump right in.
Let the fun and games begin.

Suddenly a flash of light,
no where to hide out of sight.
Jump out of the pool, start to run,
pray he doesn't have a gun.

Tommy's tricycle in the way,
on the pavement is where I lay.
Peel myself from the cement,
around the bush,and away I went.

To my house I now dash,
up the stairs in a flash.
Grab toothbrush and paste,
bit my tongue, in the haste.

Bible laying on the stand,
together I place my two hands.
Forgive me Lord, I do pray.
Skinny dip no more, no how, no way!