A short poem about the cycling

Chafe

It is only afterwards, with

Scented moisturising cream

On my balls,

That I think of

Vaseline,

And make and anguished call,

Like a Cock Pheasant.

Next time, I will be prepared,

And it will be

More pleasant.

Cartoons and things by Simon French

www.thebigeyes.co.uk and www.graphoftheweek.com

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