The Man In a Speedo

I knew of a man from Toledo, Who laid on the beach in a Speedo, No muscles he had, It really was sad, He had no physique nor libido. He watched all the slim, pretty girls, The ones with their hair in small curls, But nothing he felt, Down south of his belt, He saw them as oysters, not pearls. But that's when he saw pretty Lucy, The sight of her frame made him goosey, Libido is back, They're both in the sack, The rest of this story's too juicy!