CAN’T…

Can’t get or keep it up too long,

Yes of course I am discussing my big “schlong”,

So grab it while you can, the one like king kong,

Spread out and render to Ed that which is Ed’s, sounds like a song…

Can’t do a lot like I used to do when I was young,

But I am still, even if it is not working well, quite well hung,

You saw my picture on the other poem, need you do a ladder with many a rung,

Even am I longer than most horses I know, they see & fear me and lie down in their own dung…

Am I being herein too descriptive?

Just allay your fears, lay on your back and be for me submissive,

Give it up to me; let me be perfectly clear,

Don’t make me become with laughter too derisive…

Do what your told, and you will eventually get old,

Albeit just a bit, you may walk with a definitive bow-legged look,

But you won’t be the first nor the last, I should really about so much meat, write a book…

                           © ed – 6/23/04