DICK: My Faithful companion - Two Poems

I.

Before I grew so big

I sported a delicate, tender twig.

When it staged a hard direction,

Straight out, it attracted my inspection.

Playing with it lots,

My pants were left with spots.

For days, I tossed hours on end

In record-setting trend

And, in the morning when at last

Into a doze I’d somehow passed,

It roused me in helpless plight,

Not having wilted in the night.

It seemed to call, within my hearing,

“I love you,” in tones endearing.

Thus hard at love until high noon

While singing to it in off-tune croon,

I caressed and stroked with all my skill,

Never quite risking overkill.

There were drips and squirts that ne’er would stop.

You’d think I’d let the matter drop.

But no.

I’d go

On wooing

And cooing

My silly happiness

To the point of madcap sappiness.

I wallow and swallow and smell like a rose

But nowadays nothing comes close to my nose.

Even the cat

Thinks I’m too fat.

II.

My prick is so perky

It demands a quick jerky.

Shunning all pomp,

It craves a romp.

I dare not fail to choose him

Lest I might risk to lose him.

Oft, he’s a column,

Something Solemn.

My mouth

Goes South.

To take it in,

I’m quite smitten.

Slurping,

Burping.

It often gags

Some other fags

But not its owner,

A satisfied loner.

Thus I strive

In order to thrive

On cum.

In sum,

My life

Is rife

With love,

My hand as tight as a glove.

My throat’s awoke.

I do not choke.

No matter

The batter,

I open wide

From side to side

To pull it

Into my gullet.

It goes down well

So I feel swell.

Cum-nourished,

I’ve flourished

These years and years

Free from all fears

Of contamination

From vilest contagion.

This imbiber

Has moral fiber

To feed

His greed -

Gratefully,

Safefully.

Other examples of my pleasures at rhyming may be found here and and here.