Tanmay

There was a young man named Tanmay,

Who was the apple of every girls eye,

Young maids he did plunder,

Where e'er he did wander,

Their hearts split assunder,

Would sigh.

'Oh Tanmay! You Brute!

My eyes do ablute

To think of you now,

Tupping some old ugly sow,

When from you one kiss

Was inexorable bliss!

'Oh Crumbs! Oh Lumme! Oh Wow!

  But there’s a chink in his armour,

This stud mango farmer.

His plentiful willy,

made him prideful and silly.

And with no tact nor mirth,

He paraded this girth

From Land’s End to Perth,

Willy Nilly.

Till into our tale,

Comes one virile female

With a long equine nose

AndJurassic fat toes,

Her tits (though not massive)

werepretty impressive.

Her eyes weren't too shabby,

Though her buttocks were flabby,

For the sake of these prose,

The name we have chose

to give her shall be

'AbiThe Scabby.'

Tanmay spots this young dame,

Surmises she's game.

And strides forth, cock in hand,

Into frame.

'Look here my young mistress

You don't want to miss this!

(It is pinking and ripe to enflame)

As lushes do pine for sweet grape of the vine,

Young maids such as you

Must quench their fufu

With the finest of wine

From a cock such as mine!'

With lithe hands and great speed,

He begins to proceed

With unraveling his Trojan contender,

And quick as a flash,

His hands on her gash,

He unfastens her gartered suspender.

'No Wait!' She protests

As he cleaves to her chest,

His smile flashing with wanton affection.

'No please stop this!' she begs,

As he opens her legs,

His eyes fixed on her shiny confection.

'No really you shouldn't'

If you knew me you wouldn’t’

She stated with singing inflection.

'It's not I don't wish to

But you'll lose vital tissue'

She pleaded with steady conviction.

But too late I'm afraid,

For her desperate tirade,

His rutting has led him a cropper,

To be crudely succinct; his bloodline extinct,

His cock is set for the chopper.

Unaware, he continues,

Writhing his sinews,

Enjoying this basest of pleasures,

When with a gut wrenching clunk

And a splatter of spunk

His prime Raison D'etre discontinues.

Once the screaming had stopped

The dead member flopped,

He limped rather wildly away.

'Dear Madame' he rasped,

His eyes all aghast,

'I know not quite what to say.'

'YOU”VE EATEN MY TODGER'

'I warned you' she puffed

'That's why I rebuffed.

I told you I'm not one to rodger.'

'My yoni was starving

Can't blame her for carving that meat feast

You offered her up.

She ain't had a member,

Since gone last December

Not even a lick nor a sup.'

'But wait' (full o'wonder)

'That's that? We're assunder?'

'Fraid so' Abi sighed.

'My hands are full tied.

Your shagging days are all but over.

No soddomy, no wanking, no fisting, no spanking,

Oh and no scratching yourself on the sofa.'

'Oh Lordy!

 My life!

What horrible strife!

How am I beguiled?

I'm completely defeated, deflated, depleted,

Deliciously defiled.

 (In the past this sensation,

Of grand defamation,

Would send a vibration to my puseperforation

But with no soul to poke

I'd need a good stroke:

Great wristfuls of earnest libation!

But there's no meat to greet,

When I look  at my feet!

Whate'er is there to do?

I've lost all my hobbies,

The chance for blow jobbies...

My leisure time in the loo.'

And with these thoughts so bleak and so stark,

He vanish-ed into the dark.

Some say he died,

 Of boredom, of stress

Others, he moved and donned a dress

And calls himself Geetika now,

A lovely modest frowzy frau,

An urban German wifey by day,

Who touts her creampuff by night for her pay.

,

Some claim that he's just a story,

To keep the children

From their gory,

Frenetic bouts of masturbation.

Penile propaganda for a nation.

But I know different, you see, I know,

That after what happened down below,

Tanmay discovered a new zeal for life.

He got a profession,

Made Abi a wife.

He discovered a passion for all of the arts,

He no longer swears, drinks, smokes or does farts.

His wiener he keeps in a pickle pot

Displayed in his bedroom, next to his cot.

He's proud of his member,

E'en to this day,

But now he can see there's only one way

to lead a jolly and fruitful life:

You need a job, you need a wife,

You need a mortgage, need a home,

A pot for dental floss and comb.

You need a salary, need a wage,

To live like a beastie just isn't sage.

And Oh! What freedom Tanmay must feel

To have jumped off that rodent spinning wheel

Which are the sexual urges of the young.

Their lust for love.

Their love for fun.