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I could not remember my last sex,
When I bumped into my ex,
We went for dinner, for old time’s sake,
Shared memories and some cake,
But memories bring back bad times,
Of nervy nights and bedroom crimes,
It was her idea to go to bed,
I could not believe what she had said,
We took a taxi back to mine,
She was looking pretty fine,
I was nervous, had the shakes,
But I had learnt from past mistakes,
I took a tablet from the drawer,
Was one enough? I took some more,
I felt a stirring in my pants,
And performed for her a sexy dance,
Five minutes since I took the pill,
But it was huge, and such a thrill,
Then her face did fill with fear,
She said “it’s not a good idea”,
She went and left me all alone,
Except for my now massive bone,
What was I to do with this?
I couldn’t even take a wizz,
I took the matter into hand,
But all attempts it did withstand,
Not a dribble, not a drop,
And not a chance that it would flop,
An hour since the pills were taken,
And not a sign that it was flaking,
I try to think of other things,
But nothing comes but more g-strings,
On the bed I lie awake,
I cannot sleep because I ache,
Four hours since my medication,
And still no sign of my salvation,
I pace the house, feeling lousy,
It’s 3am, but it’s not drowsy,
I try to give it one more bash,
But nothing comes as I thrash,
I sit dejected in my room,
Descend into an awful gloom,
Eight hours since I took the pill,
My mighty member flies high still.
(Note, not a true story - also, wizz, I had to substitute the proper word, but I'm sure you can work it out.)
When I bumped into my ex,
We went for dinner, for old time’s sake,
Shared memories and some cake,
But memories bring back bad times,
Of nervy nights and bedroom crimes,
It was her idea to go to bed,
I could not believe what she had said,
We took a taxi back to mine,
She was looking pretty fine,
I was nervous, had the shakes,
But I had learnt from past mistakes,
I took a tablet from the drawer,
Was one enough? I took some more,
I felt a stirring in my pants,
And performed for her a sexy dance,
Five minutes since I took the pill,
But it was huge, and such a thrill,
Then her face did fill with fear,
She said “it’s not a good idea”,
She went and left me all alone,
Except for my now massive bone,
What was I to do with this?
I couldn’t even take a wizz,
I took the matter into hand,
But all attempts it did withstand,
Not a dribble, not a drop,
And not a chance that it would flop,
An hour since the pills were taken,
And not a sign that it was flaking,
I try to think of other things,
But nothing comes but more g-strings,
On the bed I lie awake,
I cannot sleep because I ache,
Four hours since my medication,
And still no sign of my salvation,
I pace the house, feeling lousy,
It’s 3am, but it’s not drowsy,
I try to give it one more bash,
But nothing comes as I thrash,
I sit dejected in my room,
Descend into an awful gloom,
Eight hours since I took the pill,
My mighty member flies high still.
(Note, not a true story - also, wizz, I had to substitute the proper word, but I'm sure you can work it out.)
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I could not remember my last sex,
When I bumped into my ex,
We went for dinner, for old time’s sake,
Shared memories and some cake,
But memories bring back bad times,
Of nervy nights and bedroom crimes,
It was her idea to go to bed,
I could not believe what she had said,
We took a taxi back to mine,
She was looking pretty fine,
I was nervous, had the shakes,
But I had learnt from past mistakes,
I took a tablet from the drawer,
Was one enough? I took some more,
I felt a stirring in my pants,
And performed for her a sexy dance,
Five minutes since I took the pill,
But it was huge, and such a thrill,
Then her face did fill with fear,
She said “it’s not a good idea”,
She went and left me all alone,
Except for my now massive bone,
What was I to do with this?
I couldn’t even take a wizz,
I took the matter into hand,
But all attempts it did withstand,
Not a dribble, not a drop,
And not a chance that it would flop,
An hour since the pills were taken,
And not a sign that it was flaking,
I try to think of other things,
But nothing comes but more g-strings,
On the bed I lie awake,
I cannot sleep because I ache,
Four hours since my medication,
And still no sign of my salvation,
I pace the house, feeling lousy,
It’s 3am, but it’s not drowsy,
I try to give it one more bash,
But nothing comes as I thrash,
I sit dejected in my room,
Descend into an awful gloom,
Eight hours since I took the pill,
My mighty member flies high still.
(Note, not a true story - also, wizz, I had to substitute the proper word, but I'm sure you can work it out.)
When I bumped into my ex,
We went for dinner, for old time’s sake,
Shared memories and some cake,
But memories bring back bad times,
Of nervy nights and bedroom crimes,
It was her idea to go to bed,
I could not believe what she had said,
We took a taxi back to mine,
She was looking pretty fine,
I was nervous, had the shakes,
But I had learnt from past mistakes,
I took a tablet from the drawer,
Was one enough? I took some more,
I felt a stirring in my pants,
And performed for her a sexy dance,
Five minutes since I took the pill,
But it was huge, and such a thrill,
Then her face did fill with fear,
She said “it’s not a good idea”,
She went and left me all alone,
Except for my now massive bone,
What was I to do with this?
I couldn’t even take a wizz,
I took the matter into hand,
But all attempts it did withstand,
Not a dribble, not a drop,
And not a chance that it would flop,
An hour since the pills were taken,
And not a sign that it was flaking,
I try to think of other things,
But nothing comes but more g-strings,
On the bed I lie awake,
I cannot sleep because I ache,
Four hours since my medication,
And still no sign of my salvation,
I pace the house, feeling lousy,
It’s 3am, but it’s not drowsy,
I try to give it one more bash,
But nothing comes as I thrash,
I sit dejected in my room,
Descend into an awful gloom,
Eight hours since I took the pill,
My mighty member flies high still.
(Note, not a true story - also, wizz, I had to substitute the proper word, but I'm sure you can work it out.)
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