I wrote a poem a while back. It goes as follows.

I tell my wife that our neighbor is nuts.
Oh the strange things he does on our lawn!
She laughs it off and doesn't believe me,
'cause he always waits till she's gone.

SOMETIMES AT NIGHT
WHEN MY NEIGHBORS AREN'T HOME
AND I'VE HAD A FEW JIGGERS OF GIN.
I GO OUTSIDE AND DANCE IN THE BUFF
AND JIGGLE AND GIGGLE AND GRIN.

I don't live any where near Dallas. I swear!

"Dallas Police Senior Cpl. Janice Crowther said police want to catch him before it escalates into something worse."

They are most likely worried it will escalate into a neighborhood shindig.

"Hey honey! John just called and wants to know if we would like to join him and Susan for a naked dance in Phil and Lauras backyard? I think the Jeffersons and Smiths are going to be there! Wanna go?"