Bob's Tale

BOB'S TALE

This is a poem
About a bloke called Bob
Who had an incredibly
Enormous knob,
It got in the way
Wherever he went
And to stay in his trousers
It sat rather bent.

Some thought him lucky
To have such a beast
But it wore him out
To say the least,
It was thick and heavy
Like the trunks of trees
And when Bob ran
It bruised his knees,

It would frighten the girls
When he laughed it would shake
It was the bane of Bobs' life
His one eyed trouser snake.
So he went to the Doc
To get some advice,
'Cos a mammoth cock
Really isn't nice,

The Doc pointed at Goliath
And said "What's wrong with this?"
Bob said, "There's a flash flood
Whenever I piss!
When I get excited
I get a black eye
And I can shoot my load
Right into the sky!

It's been stood on, Run over
Slammed in a door
The last girl to suck me
Dislocated her jaw!
Please help me Doc
I need a reduction,
I need a hot wash,
Or lipo suction!

The Doctor smiled
And said "This'll be fun,
The thing to do -
And there is only one"
Then from behind his desk
He produced his chain saw
But Bob was long gone
Out of the door.