'Him'

[Camy]

'Him' or - 'On naming one's Penis/Cock/Nob/Friend/Junk/Thing/Peter/Whatchacallit/Whosit'

by Camy

I don't wear chaps

so neither is he,

My doors have handles

he's not a 'nob', you see

He's not my 'Junk', my 'Thing'

or my 'Mate'.

And he certainly isn't

'Master Bates'.

He's asleep at present

with a smile on his 'face'

He won't comment on

knickers frilled with lace

He's rampant at times

but won't take the name

He loves who he loves

without shame or blame

He hates French Letters

and the postman too

But he knows they're required

though they turn him blue

He's calm at times

though he gets quite wild

And when he's in the mood

his language isn't mild

A misanthrope misogynist

with haughty aspiration

who comes to life regardless

if his chain is yanked - elation!

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written on 14th March, 2008

[DesDownunder]

Camy, you sure got that down right. Most amusing and clever too.

Is it going to be a song?

"Song of the penis"

[Trab]

Maybe the "Penis Monologues"?

I'm amazed though, Camy. We only just barely brushed this topic, and you got that up in a real hurry.

[Bruin Fisher]

In homage to Camy, master poet:

Once you've named him you need to introduce yourself to him:

Shake hands; I'm your new friend ? your penis.

You'll soon find what fun I can benis.

When you're down and alone

When there's no-one else home

You and I can let fly with all freenis.

Bruin

[Caylor]

lol That's a good one. I have a much raunchier version I've never shown anyone, it's shall we say, over ribald.

[Camy]

Thanks chaps!

I'm amazed though, Camy. We only just barely brushed this topic, and you got that up in a real hurry.

It's your fault, Trab. Well, you and my muse. What you said sent him into freefall.

Camy