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