A Male's Eye View of Bikini Skiing
The spring have sprung
The grass is riz
I wunder where the birdies iz?
With silk they cover up their tits,
and wee cloths on their hairy bits,
and some behind to hide the crack,
for if it's bare, no turning back.
They're here to ski, and drive us mad,
but just to look, that ain' t so bad.
When summer comes the nearest beach
takes many tiring hours to reach,
So put on skis - your eyes will say,
"a morning's slush beats none all day"

Copyright 1998 Peter Leon Collins
v1, 29/8/97