“PYTHON to WORM”

There once was a man name of ED,

He wrote poetry and enjoyed it instead,

    Instead of what you ask?

Well that will come, so read on,

       That is your task.

His python has of late become a worm,

More fit for fishing than for sticking,

I guess he can use it, but not without coaxing,

Must be the medications he is on,

His doctor did prescribe them,

And Ed just didn’t care as long as he felt better!

              Now Ed feels great,

But has no urge for the horizontal mambo,

               With his mate,

She, on the other hand has increased,

          Her drive a hundred fold,

        And it never seems to cease!

          She is upset, but Ed is happy,

Tis’ better than being depressed & sick, says he,

But he supposes he must give her a little stick,

Every now and then with his d***,

To keep her from becoming a lunatic,

But only when she wants it, as Ed can live without.

Let me tell ya, Ed is surprised he can live without,

Never thought he would get to this point & that you can have no doubt,

His timing it seems is not too good for he and she,

He tries but the sprout seems to have its own mind,

Thought this point would not come till death,

But Ed has a mate & there in lies the problem,

He can take it or leave it,

But, she is as horny as ever with every bated breath.

                                                        (ed)