Dinka, the African God of the Cock

    Dinka, the African God of the Cock

Went to a market at the county fair
An African dealer, Ali Babar was there
He had a lot of African scultures in wood
Some in cast metal that looked quite good
I looked with great care
       at all that was there
Knowing these are tourist imitations
Carved to excite foreign expectations
There was a large carving in ebony?
Or dyed heavy wood? Hard to see
Of a tribal chief with a long long dong
What some refer to as a cock or a shlong
And two large testicles worthy of song
I asked what the message was
What the statue was saying?
 He said in whisper, his curly hair graying
"Dat is a Dinka, God of the Cock, my friend
He will bless your cock if want to spend
With Dinka in your bedroom, if he is looking
He will get your erection cooking"
I thought it was all a story for daffs
But I liked the piece and it made me laff
So I paid a little more
       then I wanted on its behalf
Put him in the trunk of the car
I don't live very far
I placed Dinka on a high shelf in the bedroom
If he wanted to look,
       from there he might loom
The next night I entertained my girl friend
With an erection that just wouldn't end
We made love four times before sunrise
But my cock still wasn't satisfied
In the morning I visited an old girl friend
Whose love for me would never end
We fucked three times, my libido went wild
I couldn't believe it, I had to smile
My gay neighbor dropped by for a cup of flour
I had an erection for over an hour
He said, "I didn't know you liked me that way"
I pushed him out the door,
       said he could not stay
I  had urgent business, no time to play
I wrapped up Dinka and drove to the fair,
In the morning the dealers all would be there
I jerked off fourteen times while I waited
It just was too much, I wasn't elated
I confronted Babar, told him my tale
He offered to take it back, cancel the sale
But he asked for more money
       for the trouble I'd caused
I paid him and asked,
       "What was my flaw?"
I liked this erectile power, I asked Ali
But it just was too much, too much for me
He sold me another Dinka,
       quite small, unobtrusive
And a tiny blindfold to eliminate excuses
It cost me a lot more than the big statue
But, he assured, it would control my cock-a-do
I must say that statue is better then Viagra
I can still fuck for hours
       with no need to nag her
When I'm ready to rest I slip on his blindfold
My cock will relax like an eighty-five year old
So I sticking with Dinka
       although it seems strange
I fuck three times a day, about in that range
Got some new girlfriends
Most horny, though married
I'm doing a favor,
       their husbands were harried
So if you need assistance
Don't buy Cialis by the jar
Go to the county fair
Ask for Ali Babar
He might have a Dinka hidden for you
That fuck'en statue is a new how-do-you-do!