Prickly - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A cactus does have many pricks,
I often wonder why.
It can't compare to human dicks.
Ooops, sorry, if you're shy.
Given the look of these cacti-
who'd ever venture near them?
And do they have those small erecti
so other cacti fear them?
So, if your features just don't measure
up to a standard level,
you'll need to grow a prickly treasure:
Become a horny devil!
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