Odd Shaped Coffin
Odd Shaped Coffin
There once was a man
Not too big, not too small
Whose prowess with women
Let’s just say grew quite tall
So tall in fact
He’d pass out quite often
And remain in that state
Till a part of him softened
But even out cold
They said he could function
By using his head
In his far southern junction
But each time that he did this
He lost some control
Until one day he found
He could not reach his goal
Now a man such as this
Lived just for that thrill
So he finally went
For that little blue pill
And that’s where the man
Made a fatal mistake
Disregarding the side effects
That blue pill he did take
They laid him to rest
In an oddly shaped coffin
For a large part of the man
Really never did soften
In one year alone 522 deaths were attributed to Viagra usage and doctors suspect many, many more occurred but were not reported.
Medical warning from Uncle Mike
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
