I often go to the nude beach with the vicar’s daughter
From a distance we can see a row of shops
I am told that they are a Marxist collective
The vicar’s daughter is totally uninhibited
Unlike her sister who is a nun
She often feels the heat
When we are on the beach
I suggest that she removes her habit
But she tells me that she is naked underneath
On the path to the beach
There is a green and white sign
That expressly forbids levitation
The vicar’s daughter and I
Often discuss infinity
When swimming in the sand
She believes that infinity is perfectly visible
Be we tend to censor the freedom of our thoughts
Although I am told
That there are fish in the sea
I have never seen any of these creatures
It has been suggested
That this is a trick of the light
Although we are quite naked
I bear no erotic feelings
Towards the vicar’s daughter
If I did then these feelings
Might have a detrimental impact
On the cartons of cereals
That can be found in the locality
The vicar’s daughter told me
That her most erotic experience
Took place on a railway station
When she saw three identical twins
Sitting next to each other on a station seat
None of them were wearing underwear
I have never experienced
An erotic moment
As I do not travel by train
My name is Colin
It has always been Colin
The vicar’s daughter
Is named Agatha Jane
But she likes to be called Colin