You can make love in a mini van, though not exactly with ease.
The first time that I tried it I badly bruised both knees
and she was a little embarrassed her behind could be seen
in all it's naked glory through the mini screen.
We felt we deserved a Nobel Prize, or at least a commended place
for such creative use of such a tiny space.
We'd pulled into a lay-by for a final good night kiss
and got well and truly carried away in sex and lust and bliss.
It was only the beeping lorry horns and madly flashing lights
made us suddenly realise day had crept out from night
We left that lay-by quickly in case the police were called
and for no apparent reason all passion had been palled.
Now whenever I see a mini van I have to suppress a grin
for ‘twas inside a mini's cab we indulged in carnal sins
though we got wise
and ever after