Yes I know this poem already stinks,
Vibrators need to learn to buy drinks,
No longer would men be needed,
Hope you don’t find me herein to be too conceited…
I am a man, at least I was last time I looked,
Give me a second to check again,
Five fingers, toes, one penis and two of them,
Yep all here, one woman on me is hooked,
Hope this she does not see,
Otherwise my goose may be quite well cooked…
My future may be iffy,
No, she would never get rid of me, in bed I am stiffy,
At most she might do,
Is throw me out naked to catch the flu,
At least I got my dog to help keep me warm,
Right Rufuz, hey buddy, where you goin’?
To sleep with mom in her warm bed,
You are a traitor to all that is male,
Better I have a pet of a snail,
Slower they move without a sail,
Yeah, go ahead you mutt, see if ever again by me you get fed…J
© ed ~ 12/6/05