Poetry Thursday

 

 My friends Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided the picture below to inspire our poetry

Bob promised his mom

At the dance he would show them

But when he did a move called the dirty plumb

He ripped open his scrotum

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Bob’s screaming in pain lead to mayhem

A doctor came to him wondering what he was trying to overcome

But then he saw Bob’s balls hanging loose like two sore thumbs

And announced loudly “I think he ripped  his scrotum”

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The doctor called for an ambulance to come

And told Bob maybe the pain they could numb

The EMTs arrived, and upon seeing Bob called their chums

And they all had a good laugh at the guy who tore his scrotum

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”Don’t just laugh help me,” Bob yelled trying not to let the pain overcome

Not only was he in pain, and embarrassed he felt quite dumb

The EMTS lifted him up but on the floor stayed his Eve Plumbs

And Bob had to carry his balls  on a tiny tray until they could be put back in his scrotum

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At the hospital the doctors were shocked at what Bob had done

And asked him if he had insurance because sewing a scrotum cost a mighty sum

But Bob could only wonder if ever again he woul;d cum

And the doctor said it was hard to say because balls usually don’t leave the scrotum.

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After the operation the doctor gathered around everyone

Saying the operation was a success and the mother thanked God for her son

Then Bob  was wheeled by, he because of swelling, had a penis the size of a Tommy Gun

And ice surrounding his scrotum

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They say sight, hearing, speech and touch were God’s gifts for anyone

But Bob knew in the long run

When all is said and done

There was no greater gift than an intact scrotum