My father was a man whose dick was gigantic,
When seen in the water it was thought to be Titantic.

An iceberg, a whale and often a ship,
If it parts the waters, then beware your clit.

For the force that powered this baloney stallion,
Was beyond human comprehension, but fueled with plump passion.

Rumors of this meat vessel flooded the land,
Meanwhile he was in the woods, flooding his hand.

Then I was born when he met an earth creature,
He never got so hard as when he admired her features.

He tried to flush out a compliment or say something smooth,
But before his lips could coordinate, she pulled out some lube.

The elixir was then squeezed on to both working organs,
When my father opened his mouth and said something in Gorgan.

He said, “Graga malnatar boltar grongar! Raptar bilfit shistur!”
When he finished the last word he had exploded in her.

I lay by the fire later that night in my after birth mess,
Which they ate for dinner after wiping blood from my chest.

Many moons later, I sit alone, with life passing me by,
Though I have to be thankful. What I had instead been shot in her eye.

<3 Wheelie