Look at me hanging here,

limp and pathetic, no tear,

shed for an uglesome thing.

All loose skin and veins,

A hair maybe here,

maybe there.

Yet, wake me if you dare!

Enter the penis’ lair,

how pumped up and proud

am I – a glint in my one

slanted eye.

When my work here is done,

and my owner’s had fun,

time to sleep and recoup,

I’ve been cock-a-hoop,

allow me now, blessed brewer,

to droop.

Oli 12/07/07