In the woods, if they bumped into Pan,
Village girls took one look, screamed and ran!
Later, sleepless at night,
They still thrilled at the sight
Of his prick, double that of a man!
Tag: Pan
Arcadian interlude
The nymph fled from the goatish god, Pan,
His prick thick as the arm of a man,
But the randy old satyr,
Determined to mate her,
Grew harder, the harder she ran.