There once was a man from Nepal
Who, sadly, had only one ball
This screwed up his meter
When using his peter --
He fathered no offspring at all.
Because of this hitch in his gait
He could never put sperm in his mate
As he fucked her, his jerkiness
Wasn't just quirkiness,
Poor fellow never shot straight!
Each time he would reach paroxysm
He'd splatter the wrong spot with jism
Sometimes wall, sometimes sheets,
All these constant defeats
Caused his marriage to wind up in schism.
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