A Short Tale (Naked Encounter)

As I strode out one Summer's night
I saw a man in sordid plight.
his hands were tied, his bottom bare
I couldn't help, but stop and stare.

Good Madam can you help me please?
Around my bum, there's quite a breeze.
I blushed and passed to him my hat
which he then used to hide his sprat.

We sat and spoke, about his plight
with rough robbers, he'd had a fight
they'd jumped out, from behind a bush
and left him naked, on his tush.

I freed his bonds and bade farewell
set off quick, to the nearest dell
He chased after me, running fast
at sight of him, I felt aghast

Breath was wheezing, my mouth was dry,
Thought this is it! I'm gonna die!
Madam he yelled, as I turned face
Panicked, I sprayed him with my mace

Then I noticed to my dismay
he'd dropped a, wild flower bouquet
Was gonna thank you for the hat
said he waving, his little sprat