He Once Stood Tall (Explicit Comedy) Poem by louis rams

In my young years I was full of stamina, full of pep
There wasn't a girl that I couldn't get.
With every girl it would stand at attention
So I had to keep it locked up in the house of detention (jock strap)
Now he is old and his head hangs down
But in my shorts he still can be found.
When once before he was a prize
Now he's shrunk to half his size
He can still march to the beat, if he stops looking at my feet.
Once he was a warrior who could push his way between two walls
Now I must hold him so he won't fall.
Yet he tries to talk to me by picking up his head
But I know his words are dead.
Like a flower he has withered and died
And for him I do cry.
Once he used to travel thru the bush
To get into that nice warm tush.
OH! The pains and memories of once long ago
When he stood up and put on a show.
Now he is old, feeble and weak
And will never get back to his peak.
It's time to give him his last rites
For seventy three years he put up a fight.
REST IN A PIECE

The RACONTEUR in me has come in his glory
To give you another comical story.