Her hair was long and gold and straight.
She walked along with perfect gait.
Her body trim, her legs so long,
With her, a guy could not go wrong.
As she strolled around the park
he realised that she was stark
naked as the day of birth.
This raised in him a hint of mirth.
Her eyes deep blue, her teeth so pure,
he loved he so, but wasn’t sure
if he should be walking round
with a female Afghan hound!
I had a bike, it weren’t a trike
It were a bike, what I did like.
As the wheels went round and round
I took me feet up off the ground
I went faster down the hill
Much more fun than standing still.
At the end I had to stop
And push it back up to the top
Pedals, I found two to use
On them I carefully placed me shoes.
Pushing off gave me a thrill
I found I could ride up the hill.
Now I can head off in to town
For hills I can go up and down.