Dr Phil

Dr. Phil, that talk show host
Likes to talk; likes to boast
What he just said gives me the chills
Not about his patient’s ills
But about the time he and a friend
Snipped his manhood – comprehend?!
He’s wide awake and holding on
When with the scissors it is gone
With just a local he is watching
Making sure his friend’s not botching
Making sure each snip and slit
Doesn’t mean the end of it
I don’t know how he could go through it
Cause if he’s screwed, he can’t unscrew it
Brave or dumb – this Dr. Phil
The thought of it just makes me ill

If you’re in the market to fix your member
Think of Phil and please remember
Hands on help’s not necessary
For every Tom and Dick and Harry

Mdailey 	12/6/11

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