You showed me yours in the bushes
And then I showed you mine.
You looked and giggled; I was ten
And you had just turned nine.
We were naughty kids
Daring each other.
I was struck dumb
Looking at your bum.
Perfectly round like mine.
And just like a peach.
Split in the middle,
Oh, how how we giggled.
Now twenty years later
I blush like an apple
And walk a bit quicker
To avoid the new vicar!
My eyes grew wide,
He gave me a wink.
He said, hello my child
His eyes didn’t flinch.
He offered me his hand
To shake, I could speak
He nodded and smiled
As I remembered the peach.
As I turned to go
Oh it must be a sign
I couldn’t help but look
At his cute little behind!
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