Shall you stick your schlong
Into the slot marked bulk mail,
So the she-mailman can see
The slimy slitherer that you
So wish to show?
Shall she see the slippery salamander
And gaze at its glory
Or will she hear the horny horror
Of your hairy ham and heave at the hole?
Or shall she heave herself
At your sizable showing
And seize the shaft
Showering, slathering, and slobbering
Shiny lips and esophagus?
Shall she shimmy down her shorts
Showing her shorn snizz
And sheath your sword in her snatch
Swaying against the wall slot
Shielding your semblance from society?