The rainfall in Cornwall's always impressive.
Unless you've a wetsuit it's rather depressive.
First stop's the surf shop with Nickey and Jo
To be covered in rubber from titty to toe.
S Maher's top layer is blue and grey stripes
Which swerve round her curves in the way that I like.
Her husband's in London and she looks jolly nice,
But Nickey's quite tricky so I've got to think twice.
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