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Pop goes my premature weasel

Poetry By: Scribblings of a middle aged mad man
Poetry



A poem full of humour delivered ahead of time...


Submitted:Nov 18, 2007    Reads: 167    Comments: 0    Likes: 4   


I'd like to tell you about my sexual ability from start to stop

I'd like to artistically fill the 2 minutes, that have me now branded a flop

It's always the same and I simply find

After entry the thought of coming fills my mind

The more pleasant girls assure me it matters not

They are more interested in the money I've got

On one encounter, after apologizing as best I could

A kinder woman suggested perhaps I should

Not think about sex think thoughts to stay numb

Yet again two minutes later bullets were emptied from my gun

You will now laugh but one strange suggestion

Was tightening four rubber bands along the length of my erection

I did not last any longer and soon fell to the floor

Clutching my bleeding penis, fuck it was sore

Perhaps you know a cure or helped a similar guy

Send in an email, I'll give anything a try

Be sensitive to my illness, I am prone to get upset

But if you can keep me hard longer over2soon@premature.net





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