Erection On A Train - Poem by Dan Brown
Standing at the platform, and I'm really quite excited.
However, my joy and gaiety is temporarily blighted
by the imminet need for some trouser correction
as I find myself with a painful erection.
Boarding the train is rather precarious,
as I'm sure some would find it hilarious
to see me so, standing proud.
I swear erections should not be allowed.
Finding a seat is risky too,
for as I pass I poke eyes right through.
Sitting down, I turn beet red,
this sort of thing is reserved for bed.
The journey itself is full of pain.
I can't get comfortable and I can see a stain.
There's pain in my balls, I'm sure they're blue,
I make my excuses and head for the loo.
Now I'm here, he lies dormant once more.
After a forceful eruption, right from the core.
Plenty of time now, for amusing reflection.
At the time not so funny, that bastard erection.
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