AZHUNTERR
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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 its 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.
>
> 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 its 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.
