Ball of Socks

A guy with a large dick that felt like a ball of rolled-up socks,
Would often arrange its position in his pants
(He got lots of comments on it).
He cleaned a bird cage for a living —
This ugly canary with a diseased beak;
It bit him if he tried to get into the cage to feed it,
Cowered at the opposite end if the door to the cage was closed.
Filthy cage was never clean, though he had all day to clean it.
Bird is schizoid, he thought.
The guy had been married to a faggot for ages;
The "husband" was a mild-mannered midget who swept the floor
Of the room where the bird cage was.
The bird threw loads of seed through the bars.
The midget liked to show the guy with the huge dick
The stump of his amputated leg.
It looked like the end of a sausage.
Rich ladies from the 1800s came
With their poodles, powdered wigs, and parasols to see the bird.
From the attic window they could take in a lovely view of the estate.
The gardens were "quaint" and the bird was "sweet,"
And they'd stare at the guy's dick and ask to touch it
And giggle.
They would smile at the bird and it would ignore them,
Taking rather repetitive shits.
They'd blush and fan themselves vigorously
And then leave the room, led by the midget.
(They thought they could detect a faint limp).
And then they'd tell all their friends
It was certainly well worth
The three shillings for a visit...

© 2001 Koko Jaeger