Monday, 25 July 2011

Letter From Up North

Your ageing well my closest friend,
Your looking nice and tanned,
You are soft and hairy around the edges,
When I hold you in my hand.

I have never kissed you my friend,
I suspect its not what you do;
It makes me smile to think though,
Of all the places that we've been through.

I have held you close many times,
I have seen you weep and cry;
But still you get me into trouble,
If you can please just answer me why?

Yet you lie there silent and limp,
There is still some barrier between us;
But forever I will always love you,
My modestly adequate penis.

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