I used to go for walks with

Horse Avril Smithe

Mainly by the River Avon

If the sun was kind and warm

We would swim in the shallows

That was until the day

When we forgot our swimming costumes

Avril suggested that we swim quite naked

All my prayers had been blessed

In this short collection of words

But my joy soon turned to grief

As her horsey nose was longer

Than my swollen dick

I was so ashamed

That I locked myself

Away for a week

And cycled everywhere

Thereafter

Joe (The Early Years)