Jerry Stumbles Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There once lived a fortunate dude
y'all know to which dude I allude,
should he stumble he would
give his all so he could
be discovered entirely nude.

It's those drinkers of upmarket Scotch
who will rise on occasion a notch
always thinking of sex
(or of shaving her legs)
it's the second whole brain in their crotch.

Now he brought up some hairy logistics
and according to modern statistics
if a man hits the ground
he can only be found
fully clothed or exhibitionistic.