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I'll tell you a short poem;

I'll try to make it quick.

The subject is quite simple:

The joy of having a dick.

Penises are super things;

You ladies should be jealous.

An organ surrounded by sensitive skin

That's smooth and rarely hairless

It starts to grow dramatically,

When you're about thirteen.

Your testicles on either side;

Your willy in between.

It dangles neatly down below;

Soft, obedient and loyal.

At the slightest hint of lust,

It's ready to uncoil.

It often has a mind all of its own;

It's like a wild untamed beast.

It squirms and writhes and stretches out;

When you expect it least.

Sometimes, yes, it misbehaves;

Erecting when it shouldn't.

A bumpy train ride sets it off;

Just when you wish it wouldn't.

And during the summer,

wearing little, sunning on the beach

The slightest sight of shaking boobs

Makes it squirm just like a leech.

Handle it with love and care;

For it can give great pleasure.

Has it grown since last weekend?

And when did you last measure?

Some people fret about its size;

They give it lots of thought.

Is seven inches long enough?

It makes guys quite distraught.

They peek across in urinals,

To compare and try to see

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