I.
Before I grew so big
I sported a delicate, tender twig.
When it staged a hard direction,
Straight out, it attracted my inspection.
Playing with it lots,
My pants were left with spots.
For days, I tossed hours on end
In record-setting trend
And, in the morning when at last
Into a doze I’d somehow passed,
It roused me in helpless plight,
Not having wilted in the night.
It seemed to call, within my hearing,
“I love you,” in tones endearing.
Thus hard at love until high noon
While singing to it in off-tune croon,
I caressed and stroked with all my skill,
Never quite risking overkill.
There were drips and squirts that ne’er would stop.
You’d think I’d let the matter drop.
But no.
I’d go
On wooing
And cooing
My silly happiness
To the point of madcap sappiness.
I wallow and swallow and smell like a rose
But nowadays nothing comes close to my nose.
Even the cat
Thinks I’m too fat.
II.
My prick is so perky
It demands a quick jerky.
Shunning all pomp,
It craves a romp.
I dare not fail to choose him
Lest I might risk to lose him.
Oft, he’s a column,
Something Solemn.
My mouth
Goes South.
To take it in,
I’m quite smitten.
Slurping,
Burping.
It often gags
Some other fags
But not its owner,
A satisfied loner.
Thus I strive
In order to thrive
On cum.
In sum,
My life
Is rife
With love,
My hand as tight as a glove.
My throat’s awoke.
I do not choke.
No matter
The batter,
I open wide
From side to side
To pull it
Into my gullet.
It goes down well
So I feel swell.
Cum-nourished,
I’ve flourished
These years and years
Free from all fears
Of contamination
From vilest contagion.
This imbiber
Has moral fiber
To feed
His greed -
Gratefully,
Safefully.
Other examples of my pleasures at rhyming may be found here and and here.
