The Happy Cheeks
They tend to glow of ecstasy !
To have got streak- ridden finally ;
To have seen the broad daylight,
When hopes were none so murky bright.
Getting to bathe, in the warm sunlight ;
And breathe in, as much as air it might ;
Flaunting it's tanfree self with pride ;
Glowing and shining in all delight.
Reminding it did exist after all ;
Beneath the streaks to be found by all.
They tend to glow of ecstasy,
To have got streak- ridden finally!
