The back of beyond
In the dawn of the day when the air was so clear,
I arose to the sound of a blackbird so near.
As I strolled in the downs to a crisp brand new day,
There upon velvet hills a rude poster did lay.
My air it turned blue as the sight drew me near,
To a view of a maiden and the bulb of her rear.
I will never forget how that sight pilleged me,
A crude blend of real awe and depravity.