[RCL]

The Wet & Wild World Wide Web

After GMH

A darksome dude, curled-hair brown,
His rocks and dick jut up down
In tweets and Pinterest rising to roam,
Flute-like extending, frantic to foam.

His headstrong-hammer bulges cloth,
Rapidly twindles its own broth;
A pool that he holds back, while groaning,
Engorging himself, hot for boning.

Dabbed with dew, self-dappling spew,
Is the groin of this bro, yearning to screw;
Wiry pudhairs & bollocks now churn,
And his bounce-bonny pecker feels the burn.

What would the web be, once bereft
Of Weiner wet and wild? Let him be left,
O let him be left, all wildness & wet;
Long live this wiener’s world wide jet.