A Nutty Poem

Riding in the Wagon over such deep ruts I simply had no choice but to grab his nuts. I didn't want them jarred around didn't want them smashed Didn't want them banged or bruised or even to get bashed. I grabbed them soft as possible in a firm, yet gentle way Didn't want him thinking I'd be holding them all day The road began to straighten out so his nuts I did release When we pulled up to the Walnut Farm We let out a sigh of relief Our journey has now ended the Walnuts are all gone Tomorrow I'll hold his nuts again At the early break of Dawn