A Poem about Willies
Ladies, we need to talk about willies
you know those things that give you babies
babies those things used as a bargaining chip
in a court of law
because that no good willy made you sore.
willies are conduits of sperm
without a johnny they'll give you little Freddie
with a curly headed perm.
It's not the willy that is the problem per se
but the wanker on the end of the willy, say?
I'm not about to defend the wanker on the end of the willy
but I gotta tell you what's on my mind, no really.
Without willies, none of us would be here
the fruit of the womb
daddy and mommy turned wanker and bitch
We know that wankers don't use their willies well
they've got a mind of their own or so you do tell
testosterone and pheromone
man was woman in the womb but then they started to split
and then argue
as if in preparation for the divorce ahead
the wanker with the willy just wanted head.
In this day and age sex has become a crime
those wankers with their willies are now doing time
the problem I see is that we learnt the rules
of how to interact in schools
not the best place to hear about equality, humility & dignity,
instead we saw the power and perversity.
You don't need me to tell you I'm sure
you've seen them all
the long, the thick, the round and the very small
the arrogant and confident
the shy and retiring
If there was a Crufts for willies
the wankers would be waving them about
trying to impress the judge.
But you are the judges ladies
and I get a strong feeling that you are tired
of the wanker and his ways
I could be wrong
it could all be a game
but
there's an awful lot of willies
feeling blamed and shamed.