Holy Crappola
Holy crappola
Every day that goes by
Gets tougher to remember
To do up my fly
Constantly happening
I'll be flying low
The girlies do gawk
As I put on a show
I'm totally oblivious
To the reason they titter
Imagine they find me
A big league hitter
No idea why
They look down below
I AM well endowed
Must enjoy the show
Then this kind old gent
Pointed down to my crotch
Seems after I peed
To zip I forgot
Embarrassed no
Disappointed yes
Was enjoying the girlies
Attention, I guess!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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