Antique Cock

He’d talked of his colossus
But I was suspicious
I was waiting to see it unfurled
It turned out to be fictitious
I wouldn’t call it vicious
And not the seventh wonder of the world

Of course he liked a dabble
He’d be better playing Scabble
Too little to appeal to a slut
He was heading for trouble
With his purple bubble
She’d see that and say ‘Tut tut!’

There were eager fannies waiting
But not for carbon dating
This cock was as old as the hills
It wasn’t innovating
And it wasn’t inflating
It just gave a girl the chills

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