GOLDEN FLOOD: AN UNSPEAKABLE SONNET

The golden Flood that issued from my Loins
Was dearer far than any precious Jewel
Or sealed Vault a-burst with ancient Coins
As I stood forth and held my massive Tool.

Look, see it gush in Torrents, fresh and hot -
Niagara-like, a mighty yellow Stream!
It splashes happily into the Pot
And giveth forth a fragrant Cloud of Steam.

A Bean’s a Bean, ’tis said: A Pee’s Relief.
No truer Words I’ve heard, as red’s my Blood!
But Time comes stealing, that most clever Thief
And turns to a mere Trickle Youth’s warm Flood.

Stand and Deliver! is my fervent Wish
But Drop by Drop’s an old Man’s Way to pish.

[Bam! A sonnet about Micturition. Your turn, Og.]