MY WORST
My sausage,sausage, sausage, you are a nice thing of
the world's favorite woman
by you is a great pleasure
that has passed from father to son.
If you, my sausage, were not there,
the world would be a dry desert
, or if I were
always hot , sweet sausage, you were ready.
When after the lengthening of the years
in me the urge to mate
, I have
stuck many a female newly stuck on my sausage. When I then tired of all the shooting was
still a moment to enjoy
, you laid, tired of all that bump
your head on my clocks.
Once a female has possessed with daring
my sausage almost in two,
so men of all countries
choose females without teeth.