Mr. Invisible

Mr. Invisible doesn’t wear clothes
Ensuring he’ll never be seen.
He’ll sneak in a restaurant, and slip in the back
To sample their tasty cuisine.

Mr. Invisible likes to read books.
So he slides through the library doors.
He visits museums, he hangs out in parks,
He saunters through churches and stores.

He dances down alleyways, rambles down roads,
meanders in plazas and malls.
He bounds over bridges, he skips around squares,
he tiptoes through tunnels and halls.

Mr. Invisible strides up the street
quite certain he’ll never be caught.
But Mr. Invisible ought to wear clothes,
because Mr. Invisible’s not.