Dogging
Fornicators unconcealed
Ignoble in their carnal lust
To wanting yearning
willing yield
in pastures green
they writhe and thrust
Voyeurisms gift to you
Whomsoever wants to view
Daytime fayre or woods at night
All laid bare in pale moonlight
But soft what beams
afore me there
The law in teams
PERVERTS BEWARE
Though not illegal
Somewhat odd
but you're all nicked
says P C plod
Now stop with the sex
pull up your kex
by these rubber necks
You've been fingered
Those offended by the show
gave oral witness, blow by blow
Mass debaters come, and go!
Tongue tied the cunning lingered
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