There once was a man with a massive schlong
Who would dress in nothing but a thong
Onlookers would peer at him and stare
But none could really be bothered to care
In fear of having to confront his mighty dong
Rumors say that he has definitely killed
And his swollen balls were always filled
Constantly bulging and cock swollen hard
His very presence left many scarred
It was no secret that he was also sexually skilled
As passerby tried to walk past
His gaze stopped on an individual who lingered last
Crooking his finger he beckoned them closer
Recognizing that it was the neighborhood grocer
His intrepid erection jumped to full mast
“Bone me Gurr”, the merchant cried
And happily the legend obliged
Sticking his pole
Into the other man’s hole
Fucking until his semen dried
Soon the day turned to night
And Gurr’s sculpted body had become a fright
Caked and coated in free-flowing liquids
The scent he gave off was rancid and wicked
Tiredly he staggered towards the light
Finally he arrived at his family hall
His thong leaking quite a semen haul
He pushed and opened the door
Collapsing onto his already slippery floor
Falling asleep until the rooster’s morning call.
As the years went on and Gurr’s body started to fail
As he felt his bones and muscles get more frail
He still wandered the streets nude and destitute
Flitting around town gripping his man flute
Until one final ejaculation ended his tale
With his funeral held in town square
There was a certain sadness in the air
While most citizens hated the bloke
Many were sad when he had to croak
And so they sent him off with utmost fanfare