Chlamydia

I met a traveler from an antique land,
Who said: “My mast a trunkless leg of stone
STD stands for dessert… Check, below waistband.”
Half shrunk, yet massive sausage there lies down,
with mushroom tip, and threat of bold demand.
Tell his sculptor “Perfect! My desires well read.”
Though yet alive, huge among swelling things,
my hand must grasp it, begging twat be fed.
Then on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Chlamydia, Sting of Stings:
Look on my squirts, ye pussy, and despair!’
Knowing not his name, “Take me now,” I say.
For that colossal cock, spread open and bare;
stinking drip and burning itch come my way.”

FOR REFERENCE: The original poem“Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”