And Now, a Poem about my Penis....

[EarlJam]

There it is. Laying in my lap;
Not being used, do I give a crap?
It's as peaceful as rain, nothing like acid;
It is quite comfortable, quite limp and quite flaccid.

Sometimes I treat it rough, and send it through hurdles;
Sometimes it ignores me, and hides like a turtle.
But through the years it's been mine, and only my own.
My penis, sweet penis. My home, my sweet home.

If I said it has steered me, in truth I'd be wrong;
It has often betrayed me.....my penis......my dong;
Is it the biggest? The longest? Hell No!
Yet in all it's defects, I love my dong so.

So adults young and old, a warning I give;
If you've touched it or thought it, and you want to live.
If you are addicted, just kneel and cry "WEEN US!"
And I shall free you from EarlJam, and the love of his penis.

-EarlJam