(Inspired by the current World Athletics Championships to re-post this.  It pulls together two important threads of drug abuse in athletics with one of my many puerile sexual fetishes.  For younger viewers the GDR was the ironically named German Democratic Republic - East Germany).

 

Those hotties from the GDR

Who putt the shot or cleared the bar

Or sprinted for a 100 metres

Were truly sexy record beaters;

Marita, Marlies, Silke too

A troika from their relay crew;

Some, of course, had butch-er looks

But compensated, like Ruth Fuchs;

Blue vest pronouncing where it fits

Two tiny, hard, Teutonic tits.

 

All of these would pass my test

But Heike Drechsler was the best

Golden haired and muscle-toned

More than once I’ve spunked and moaned;

The icing on my cake though it’s

The vegetation of her pits.

As though beneath the wings of swans

Were two small rodents clinging on;

One glimpse would make me splash and spit

As Heike splashed the long jump pit.

 

These days a smoother look is prized

And armpits are more sanitised;

But still I look back on those days

With fondness and a glass I raise

To those athletic babes of late,

Though now I can appreciate

Those hotties’ pits, my crowbar bone –

The source of both –

                              Testosterone.