
STEVE EVANS poetically speaking
Lady Godiva

A buxom blond on a big white horse
Went out riding without clothes of course
Married men throughout the town
Walked about with eyes face down
After words from their wives
Promising misery in their lives
While this rampant beauty strutted her stuff
The single ones couldn't get enough
Sunshine glistened off her sturdy thigh
Not a day for the shrinking shy
As she flashed past - all bare assed
'Twas a sight to see, so I was told
Being married myself and none so bold
But things went tense as she approached a fence
Galloping at full speed, astride her trusty steed
Reins held high against the sky
Gasps rang out, 'go on yourself' was the shout
Horse and rider soared in the air
Bouncing boobs flying everywhere
For a moment time seemed suspended
Until the pair safely descended
Mouths agape and sweaty browed
A cheer erupted from the crowd
Then a communal swallow of saliva
Marked the inaugural flight of the good Lady Godiva.


