08-03-2006, 07:45 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Junkie
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Location: Chicago
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The Aging Penis - A 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 of its own accord; From my trousers it would spring. But now I have 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. As old age approaches; It sure gives me the blues. To see it hang its withered head; And watch me tie my shoes
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08-04-2006, 10:31 AM | #3 (permalink) | |
Misanthropic
Location: Ohio! yay!
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Indeed! and, as I am fairly sure Mal has no penis to speak of, I don't think it right for her to make all of us guys feel bad about the inevitable! Time to give one back to the ladies (I just tried to re-write the orgional poem, sorry for the suckiness ) My nighty days are over; My high-beams have burnt out. What used to be my sex appeal; now hangs like 2 dead trout. Time was when of their own accord; From my blouse they did sprang. But now I have a full time job; To direct just were they might hang It used to be embarrassing; The way they would behave. For every single evening; they would bounce and watch me play. As old age approaches; It sure gives me the blues. To see them hanging there wrinkled Nipples watching me tie my shoes
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08-04-2006, 06:06 PM | #7 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Pats country
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much props for crack for riting onthe spot like that. and thanks for Mal too, I think.
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