Pogo

The stream of life

                  Pogo was fishing. The happy brook sparkled under him.
    There was a sweet breeze. "Your a big fellah." said a giggling maid,
    bathing accross the brook. "Heh. Yeah. I have a seventy two inch reach."
    Pogo smiled and waved. Just then a bass snatched Pogo's line and tugged
    hard on his rod. "Say. Your hung like a sailor!" another maid remarked as Pogo
    realed his bass in. "Can I feel your arm?" a maid had swam up to Pogo.
    She squeezed him and kissed his lips.

                  Pogo stood up as the dripping naked maid rose on top of him.
    "I feel like I can reach the sky!" she sang and flapped her arms like a bird.
    The second maid bounced on Pogo's lap. "Your lap is so soft and cushy!"
    she giggled. Pogo laughed and showered the naked maids with glissening
    water. "I feel as strong as an ox at his plow!" he shouted.

                The birds sang and the happy brook sparkled down the stream.

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