THE PENIS POEM
My nookie days are over,
My pilot light is out,
What
used to be my sex appeal,
Is now my water spout.
Time
was when,on it's own accord,
>From my trousers it would spring,
But now I've got a full-time job,
To find the blasted thing.
It used to be embarrassing,
The way it would behave,
For every single morning,
It would stand and watch me shave.
Now as old age approaches,
It sure gives me the
blues,
To see it hang its little head,
And watch me tie my
shoes!
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