Found this and thought of &T :)

I'll tell you a short poem; I'll try to make it quick.
You might think it quite harmless; You might well find it sick.
The subject is quite simple: The joy of having a dick.

Penises are super things; You ladies should be jealous.
Ever since the early days, When it was small and hairless;
I've looked upon that bit of flesh, As something very precious.

It starts to grow dramatically, When you're about thirteen.
Your testicles on either side; Your willy in between.
When erect it's quite a sight; A purple love machine.

It dangles neatly down below; Obedient and loyal.
Its seeds are hidden well within; Awaiting some fresh soil.
At the slightest hint of lust, It's ready to uncoil.

It has a mind all of its own; It's like a wild beast.
It squirms and writhes and stretches out; When you expect it least.
You can't control its energy; You must wait 'til it's ceased.

Handle it with love and care; For it can give great pleasure.
Has it grown since last weekend? And when did you last measure?
Still, no matter what its length; It's something you should treasure.

Sometimes, yes, it misbehaves; Erecting when it shouldn't.
A bumpy train ride sets it off; Just when you wish it wouldn't.
Did that lady notice it? You blush and hope she couldn't.

Some people fret about its size; They give it lots of thought.
Is seven inches long enough? It makes blokes quite distraught.
They peek across in public loose, And try not to get caught.

Masturbating is a sin; That's what some folk believe.
But those are just old wives' tales; Outdated and naive.
And if you're feeling tense or stressed, A quick wank does relieve.

Without this fabulous device, No shag would be complete.
Lesbians will try their best; But must admit defeat.
And what a handy tool it is, When one needs to excrete.

The penis is quite marvelous; It has so many uses.
For women it is special too; Excitement it induces.
And babies can be procreated, From its sperm-filled juices.

And always it remains with you; Until you're old and frail.
Don't take it out in public though, Or you'll be thrown in jail.
Just look at it and feel proud; And thank the lord you're male.

The lack of rhythm and meter make this impossibly difficult to read.

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I had no trouble catching the rhythm.....Admittedly, it would have benefited from 4 line stanzas instead of 3, but it wasnt that hard.

Hahaha I liked it :D

I had no trouble catching the rhythm.....Admittedly, it would have benefited from 4 line stanzas instead of 3, but it wasnt that hard.

Your ability to invent rhythm is not a suitable replacement for the real thing. Look at the stresses and mark out the syllables. The rhythm isn't there.

Some lines are 8-syllabic, some are 9-syllabic, some are 10-syllabic, and I'm sure there are even more variants that I missed. Not to mention, the author uses oblique and imperfect rhymes throughout the piece.

And he doesn't have a penis so he doesn't know the joy of one. That's the major flaw with the poem.

It's like getting a black man to write a poem about intelligence.

Or you writing a poem about being funny? Hell, not having a cock would make it easier to wear short skirts.

Anyway, I didn't write this, I only found it.

Your ability to invent rhythm is not a suitable replacement for the real thing. Look at the stresses and mark out the syllables. The rhythm isn't there.

Some lines are 8-syllabic, some are 9-syllabic, some are 10-syllabic, and I'm sure there are even more variants that I missed. Not to mention, the author uses oblique and imperfect rhymes throughout the piece.

Well, it fits a beat when I say it out loud. If that's not a rhythm, then I guess I don't know what is. Excuse it not being perfect.

Lesbians will try their best; But must admit defeat.

Take that, lesbians!

Your ability to invent rhythm is not a suitable replacement for the real thing. Look at the stresses and mark out the syllables. The rhythm isn't there.

Some lines are 8-syllabic, some are 9-syllabic, some are 10-syllabic, and I'm sure there are even more variants that I missed. Not to mention, the author uses oblique and imperfect rhymes throughout the piece.

I think everyone's getting a little too worked up over a poem that is ABOUT A FUCKING PENIS.

I think everyone's getting a little too worked up over a poem that is ABOUT A FUCKING PENIS.

He's not getting worked up over the poem. He is getting worked up over someone lying about whether something had rhythm and meter.

Your ability to invent rhythm is not a suitable replacement for the real thing. Look at the stresses and mark out the syllables. The rhythm isn't there.

Some lines are 8-syllabic, some are 9-syllabic, some are 10-syllabic, and I'm sure there are even more variants that I missed. Not to mention, the author uses oblique and imperfect rhymes throughout the piece.
you are discussing this as if it were an english lit assignment which its not get over yourself and see it for what it is a basic poem meant to be enjoyed by normal people

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Please, get the fuck out.

That poem was pretty clever.

I like my penis too

you are discussing this as if it were an english lit assignment which its not get over yourself and see it for what it is a basic poem meant to be enjoyed by normal people

Normal people need not apply for Totse. You see, once we have this thing called "education", it's a little difficult to read nonsensical garbage like the OP without scoffing.

Your ability to invent rhythm is not a suitable replacement for the real thing. Look at the stresses and mark out the syllables. The rhythm isn't there.

Some lines are 8-syllabic, some are 9-syllabic, some are 10-syllabic, and I'm sure there are even more variants that I missed. Not to mention, the author uses oblique and imperfect rhymes throughout the piece.

Faggot. This isn't Blake or Gray, it's a fucking poem about cocks.

Nice find mate! :D

Please, get the fuck out.

Me or rabb?

Me or rabb?

You.

Don't let the door hit you :)

Love the poem (not in a homo way.) You're a genius.

You.

Don't let the door hit you :)

Do you suffer from penis envy, is that why you made this thread?