Gratification

A Scot had once been quite handsomely built Now with corona did not fit his kilt Ate all he could find With more on his mind Became rotund and his manhood did wilt Isolation made the fridge his best mate Yet now he wanted an illicit date Could not find his willy Rubbed on some chilly No growth so he needed to loose some weight But cakes and pastry were hard to resist When he tried his knickers got in a twist Spermatic retention Or penile extension For not to miss out on an overdue tryst The doctor himself was a well endowed man ‘I must help this limp fellow if I can’ Grafted a bone-r For the new owner To cool it implanted a vacuum fan Balls on fire complete with bagpipe and trumpet He seeks out his most delicate strumpet But before he can dip it in with pleasure She takes from her bra a hooker’s tape measure ‘Size does measure but this I won’t lump it’ The surgeon was not a continental medic Had stuck to feet and inches for the prosthetic A small mis-understanding Results fully pending Outcome detachment on a scale rather epic The patient was of course not very amused And not just his Ego was blatantly bruised A centaur with no application ‘Now I need an ablation’ But the healer threw a wobbly and refused If I incise once more I have to cut at the root Give you a mammoplasty you’d look rather cute Without bothersome ******** No impotency detection This is a soft solution you cannot refute At least now flaccidity will focus your hunger Voluptuous and curvy you’ll look like a stunner Indulge in cream tart And if you fart There’s no one around to make a scared runner 29th April 2020