Sized-To-Fit  (A Crude Satire)

He has a great big cock  
and that makes all the difference to me  
because every woman knows  
(though she mightn't say)  
that size is the key to ecstasy  
especially after five kids  
all birthed vaginally.  
My Kegels work like spells on men  
but hey, call me lazy.  
I just need a thick one to ravage me.  
 
We met by chance.  
Had all the 'vim and vigour' in our romance  
though dance of words and glance  
were sorely missed. I tried one-sidedly  
to brighten the trysts  
with improper remarks and witty quips,  
alas, neither head could hold it.  
But I decided early on that  
that wouldn't matter.  
His giant dick was the prize I was after.  
 
It's easy as taking a piss to bed him,  
and every single time is grand. Never cared  
that he likes to dress in ladies' underwear  
and dance to Cher as foreplay or  
that his favourite hobby  
is counting trucks passing on the freeway.  
I'm not dragged down  
by incessant slashing of wrists  
or any dribbling idiocy that spews from his mouth;  
I really don't give a damn  
as long as his cock is the right size  
for my clam.