Check Your Calendar

While looking for Viagra with passion on its brink, I dropped the little box of pills they all went down the sink Now on the pack it clearly says, 40 minutes take to work, so I was keen to find them quick and haste I did not shirk My love was waiting in the bed I knew for not too long, for pretty soon she’d be counting sheep and I with rampant dong So out I wrenched the U-bend tube, such water everywhere, but could not see the little pills, now patience running bare So to the all night chemist, I drove like man possessed, twenty minutes there and back, and one to get undressed I swigged one down immediately, looking at the clock, and hoped the little devil, would start work on my cock Ten minutes still to go, perhaps foreplay would be best, I slid to bed as she smiled and removed my cotton vest My love smiled up so sweetly but then looking rather sad, she said it was the time of month and sex could not be had So older chaps beware this ditty, comes the mannish urge, check your kitchen calendar, when the hormones surge