That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for January 05, 2021

In the glorious days of old/ my punt I happily poled/ to a quiet place/ near the old mill race/ where we kept the beer cans cold../ and there, on a summer’s day/ we would while the hours away/ two chicks and a dude/ all three mildly “stewed”/ and engaged in a friendly “three-way”.