No bull

An old weather-worn Narrabri ringer,
Renowned as a big bull-shit slinger,
To Nellie’s surprise
Slipped between her fat thighs,
What he’d promised: a fucking hum-dinger!

Gulp

One must say, in the fellow’s defence,
Her reluctance was mostly pretence.
He pressed on, nonetheless,
And she gulped and said yes,
Since his penis was fucking immense!

Perspective

“Gosh, it’s awfully big,” she said cutely…
“Too big!” she cried, quite astutely.
“Impressive… but shit…
I don’t think it will fit!”
“Oh it will…” he said. “Yes, absolutely!”