One should never attempt to go angling
With certain appendages dangling:
There’s always the chance,
If one’s not wearing pants,
Of one’s balls getting tangled and strangling!
Tag: balls
Hand solo
He came in, hot and rank, after polo.
His balls, like an Argentine bolo,
Bounced round on his thighs…
With that look in his eyes…
But she said “No. I’d rather go solo.”
Industrial strength
She had pretty much nought but a smile on,
A wisp of silk (maybe just nylon).
He walked through the door,
Dropped his jeans on the floor,
Balls like apples, a cock like a pylon!
Sidewalk special
She’s so bored, staring out at four walls;
She goes out, struts her stuff round the malls.
That cute guy in the suit,
Might he fancy a root?
Nah. Just standing there, scratching his balls.
Gemini
While one sister was licking and nibbling
His balls, and the juice that was dribbling
Each time he withdrew,
He went on, (wouldn’t you),
Comprehensively rooting her sibling!
Fatal attraction
Though the girl had a cunt like a chasm,
When fucked, and she came to orgasm,
The rash fellow who
Had embarked on a screw
Would be squashed, balls and all, by the spasm.