The naked cyclist

VERNON KEITH FOWLER

The wind was whistling by the shore

And through the rowers’ rollocks

And as the naked cyclist passed

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It whistled through his bollocks.

The wind was whistling through the boats,

It whistled through their futtocks

And as the naked cyclist passed

It whistled through his buttocks.

The wind was blowing out at sea

Displacing metres cubic

And through the naked cyclist’s hair

Both cranial and pubic.

I saw his dick approaching me,

I saw his arse retreating,

A view one seldom gets to see

Which really takes some beating.

For some he is a USP,

For others he’s disgraceful

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But either way you’ll not forget

When you have had a faceful.

The wind it bloweth everywhere,

On land and over sea

Just like the naked cyclist

Untameable and free!


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