Discussion in 'The Bar' started by rob82, Nov 8, 2010.
Well? Do women enjoy stretching their pussy lips in the same way?
I wrote my first and only poem in 9th grade at lunch and shared it with my friends. Here goes.
Ode to a Scrotum
Oh silly scrotum
How you sag between my legs when you are warm
But when you are cold
Touching, I'm teary-eyed
I often wish I had written it under an assumed name. Word spread quickly throughout Rockland High School. I developed a bit of a following. They were begging for more. Alas I faded into obscurity and hid from them like a hermit. I was a recluse. A misanthrope of the highest order. That ode was all I had in me and they refused to believe it. My creative fountain had run dry.
The J.D. Salinger or Truman Capote of ballsacks. I'm glad to have known you.