Ask for a poem on the topic of your choosing. I will oblige, until I am too drunk to rhyme.
The butts have been seen,
The butts have been sawn,
My dick couldn't be so keen,
Nor could it be so long,
The asses are up, right in the air,
All displays, of the finest derriere,
But the one ass,
That made me cum quickly,
Might be crass,
And might make you sickly,
It was your uncle's,
Boy, was he tickly.
The butts have been seen,
The butts have been sawn,
My dick couldn't be so keen,
Nor could it be so long,
The asses are up, right in the air,
All displays, of the finest derriere,
But the one ass,
That made me cum quickly,
Might be crass,
And might make you sickly,
It was your uncle's,
Boy, was he tickly.
Seymour Butts