The sweat was pouring off her
The winning post in sight
The oars shook in the rollocks
As she pulled with all her might

The competition catching fast
To overtake she feared
Then as, head down, with open eyes
She saw her boat had disappeared

And still she rowed as hard and fast
As the Cambridge coach had taught her
The friction stripped her shorts clean off
As her arse skimmed on the water

Then water turned to Axminster
Although she kept the rollocks
The heat upon her butt cheeks grew
(She was pleased she didn’t have bollocks!)

She skipped and pipped them at the post
The pace had been quite
Axminster is a well known type of carpet across the pond.