RickyBobby26
Well-Known Member
I've been thinking a lot lately about Pinworm's gigantic "member". I've read here that it's astounding. So I couldn't help but write about it, since it's supposedly like a world's record or something.
Ode to Pinworm
Pinworm, earthworm, tapeworm, tick,
He’s the drummer with the foot long dick,
See that bulge inside his pants?
Watch him whip it out and flush his plants.
Yours 'side his cannot compare,
'Cause he's so big it just ain't fair,
Hot dog, sausage, pork loin link,
He sticks it in whatever's pink.
Pull your wife back by her hair,
Or he'll do her from over there,
Long and thick and downright fat,
He's got a built-in baseball bat.
Ev'ry time he plays the drums,
It shakes so much he almost cums,
Now I know it's not absurd,
That he sure loves to play Free Bird.
(change of metre and rhyme)
I'm sure he's very proud of it,
I think we all would be,
He has to maintain strong biceps,
Just to take a pee.
I don’t see how he zips his pants,
He’s got so much to pack,
A 12-inch thang, two tennis balls,
A fish bowl scrotum sack.
He puts up with a lot of grief,
For having that big bone,
Gets cited for indecency,
While all his clothes are on.
He’s considered surgery,
To lighten his huge load,
Feels like he’s on his own sometimes,
A modern day Tom Joad.
But in the end he just can’t see,
Losing one damned inch,
He’s a star, he’s right on par,
So says his ev’ry wench.
So ends this tale, a yarn it's not,
At least that's what I've read,
And now I'm tired, and I do think,
That I will go to bed.
The End
Ode to Pinworm
Pinworm, earthworm, tapeworm, tick,
He’s the drummer with the foot long dick,
See that bulge inside his pants?
Watch him whip it out and flush his plants.
Yours 'side his cannot compare,
'Cause he's so big it just ain't fair,
Hot dog, sausage, pork loin link,
He sticks it in whatever's pink.
Pull your wife back by her hair,
Or he'll do her from over there,
Long and thick and downright fat,
He's got a built-in baseball bat.
Ev'ry time he plays the drums,
It shakes so much he almost cums,
Now I know it's not absurd,
That he sure loves to play Free Bird.
(change of metre and rhyme)
I'm sure he's very proud of it,
I think we all would be,
He has to maintain strong biceps,
Just to take a pee.
I don’t see how he zips his pants,
He’s got so much to pack,
A 12-inch thang, two tennis balls,
A fish bowl scrotum sack.
He puts up with a lot of grief,
For having that big bone,
Gets cited for indecency,
While all his clothes are on.
He’s considered surgery,
To lighten his huge load,
Feels like he’s on his own sometimes,
A modern day Tom Joad.
But in the end he just can’t see,
Losing one damned inch,
He’s a star, he’s right on par,
So says his ev’ry wench.
So ends this tale, a yarn it's not,
At least that's what I've read,
And now I'm tired, and I do think,
That I will go to bed.
The End
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