Most women say that it just makes them sick
when men brag about the size of their prick.
The length, the size, how thin or how thick,
may it be like a log or a little thin stick.

But get them together and yes they will knock
on every termed aspect of a man's dear old cock.
And though I am not following all the prescribed meter
it's so hard to do when you speak of my peter.

Across the big pond they hint and they promise
not to laugh very much when you show your John Thomas.
Their giggles are stifled, then what do they do
but tease it and squeeze it till your balls turn bright blue!

It's so embarassing that it makes me squirm
when women speak ill of my cute, one-eyed worm.
My willie gets quite stiff for a woman with spunk
as long as she won't laugh when she looks at my junk.

I don't want this poem to be a long yarn
about how the tractor is too small for the barn.
All I can say then is I'll give it a go
as long as I don't hear my own voice echo!