Mushroom Tip-See

It only took me one cap and one stem, For the Halloween feeling to kick right in. I took to the night, Like a ride in a bike. Please do not quote me on this, But I really had to piss. And in my one piece clown costume— My poor pecker was not free to pee I was doomed. A lush, drinking like a fish, Plus I am lazy as it gets... So I cut myself a pee-pee hole and found mushroom's tip. And I continued to party, fading deep into my trip. I was so high and way passed drunk that— I had completely forgotton about my junk—I was lit. Somehow I left out my magic wand; my lizard; Hanging out like honey i shrunk the kids or a tiny little sliver. If it hadnt been for the shrooms, no way could have I remembered; What's her name tapping me on the shoulder pointing downward at my member. My package was on display. Man meat, free for all to gaze. It was limp as limp could be, as if I was part of a parade. The cat's out of the bag now. My poor kitty was so sad, wow! And to this very day it is blister, Hearing, Hey buddy! How's little mister? And this is how my story goes. My life really sucks but it never blows. I even changed my name; moved all around. But the joke of Halloween never fails, It follows me and we are bound. No escape can be round from every farm to every town. I tried every last trick in the book and Finally, I have found, An enhanced new look. And now they tell tall tails Of how it hooks along the ground. Although I still eat shooms every year on Halloween, I take time too think about my costume, just in case have to pee. The End... 7-16-16 Poem submitted for My Most Embarrassing Moment Contest