Swimming With Drippy

by m.s.wardrip

The year was 1971,

The Rock Festival had just begun,

Swimming in the river was fun,

Only a few guns.

A topless girl here and there,

A tipless girl here and there,

Long beautiful hair,

Very long beautiful hair.

The guys name was Gus,

In the middle of this big fuss,

He didn’t cuss,

Or sleep under a bus.

Like me,

Gus was free,

Our swimming spree,

Skinny-dipping, Whee!

Gus just wanted a memory,

So he could leave a happy hippie,

So, when leaving, he yelled a great big yippie!,

He had been swimming with Drippy.