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Tripod
His new wife proclaimed, ‘Oh my God’
I think I’ve just wed a tripod
I now understand
Your steps in the sand
You left a third trail where you trod
Those newlyweds lay hand in hand
Their union sealed on the sand
The sand made her sore
But she wanted more
And, oh boy, did he make a stand
Abstaining so long was a drag
She can’t think why he didn’t brag
Their first time: alfresco
By moonlight they let go
She thought it a pole for a flag
She cried and she started to beg
Please fertilise my willing egg
As she grabbed his member
He begged please remember
Go gentle with my middle leg
Copyright ©
Terry Flood
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