The Day My Dick Ran Away

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After years of neglect, my dick decides it has had enough!
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secondsamuel
secondsamuel
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When I awoke, something seemed wrong
I reached down and felt no schlong
Though it hurts me just to say
I found my dick had run away

I went to the mirror and looked again
My midsection smooth, just like Ken
I started to scream, to wail, to shout
My favorite friend, I was without

Below the belt, I had no worth
Not even one single inch of girth
Looking down, I wished me dead
The thought striking my only head.

For dangling down, I sure did lack
My swinging dick, my ball filled sack
For like a man, I sure ain’t
With nothing ‘cept my lonely taint

But on the mirror, hung a note
I’ve no idea, just how it wrote
Perhaps he found another mate
With which the departed did dictate

I’ve had enough, I must complain
Of sex, it seems, you do abstain
I do hope you understand
Lend me more than just a hand

I cannot take it, I’ve had enough
I must explore at least one muff
Or perhaps some lips would spread apart
That at least would be a start

But you, it seems, are shy and meek
To women, you will barely speak
And while my balls do burst at the seems
You content yourself with porno scenes

I’ve lived enough without affection
My life has been one long erection
Where I go, I cannot say
I’ll find another chest to spray

I read the note, with much surprise
The tears spilling from my eyes
You may think this a farce, crazy, strange, or silly
Yet it was signed, my dearest friend, Yours, Willy

I found some hobbies, I began to learn
All hoping my dick would return
As for women, I no longer stalk
I open my mouth, I actually talk

And then, one day, my dick came back
Dragging behind his only sack
He said he’d stay on one condition
If getting laid remained my mission

Soon a girl, we both did find
With intercourse on her mind
Her body she allowed me full access
And so I did start to caress

Finally, I’d found my move
Her dress she slowly did remove
And as we positioned, ready to go
My penis did refuse to grow

She tried to help, to fondle, to suck
Only down below was such a schmuck
He left me hanging, just like a dope
Trying to swing, with a piece of rope

She shrugged, I stammered an apology
Now that I was willing, where was he?
And though she gave me such a lick
It didn’t work, what a dick!

secondsamuel
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AnonymousAnonymousover 4 years ago

I've never commented on anything from here before, but this I cannot resist. (Yes, although you did lose the meter on a line or two) This poem made me laugh. Thank you, and well done.

AnonymousAnonymousover 4 years ago
Great effort

Glad he came back. Sorry the vacation didn't solidify his stature. Don't feel bad, lot's of dicks are duds. Maybe its the growth hormone in MacD's burgers?

Alice Higgins (Dick Inspector)

GrantLeeStoneGrantLeeStoneover 4 years ago
Funny

I enjoyed your erotic whimsy. But, you lost the meter in some of the verses.

And the punch was too believable. I was hoping you might meet up with a living doll, with giant, fake, plastic tits that need no bra. Because her nipples are barely noticeable, almost drawn on with marker. She mechanically sucks your dick, and you get hard and ready, even though her wig comes off in your hand, revealing a bristled brush-cut. You’re just that excited. She’s so hot, so perfect. She begs you to fuck her. But when you strip her pants off her amazing, sculpted ass, you find she has no pussy, and not even an asshole to welcome your raging boner. So you settle for a hand-job from her King-Fu grip. It’s then you realize, you’re with a Trans G.I. Joe! But, you don’t care, you’re already cumming and in LOVE!

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