Mad Mannequin  [MM]

“Oh dear I feel quite dead
There is something
Quite wrong with my poor head
No shine, nothing
MM this is my dread
I’m feeling low
Nothing for you, to bed
Or even blow”
MM spoke from the dead
“There is something
That will raise your small head
Viagra’s the thing
That will put back the Lead
For a good time
In your stem and soft head
Just kiss my prime
While I am on the bed
And you will get
A hit of best liquid
Viagra, you bet
It will raise you on bed
So you can pet
Both my places or head
Paid with vast debt
To let you get ahead
Three times each day
On floor ceiling or bed
No more to pay.”
I kissed MM’s head
And moistened lip
Soon I lost my worst dread
Up rose my tip
To screw MM to bed
Three times, three ways
And each way A to Zed
So manual says
But, but, my manhood said
She feels quite cold
Necrophylic or dead
I don’t feel bold
Wedding tackles gone dead
Now I see gold
On Viagra moist lips red
And to be bold
It must be rightly said
MM will need
A Viagra tap on head
For her to suck seed

But MM awoke, said
Your head is not dead
Your seed I do need
My life to succeed

All of the man dead
Except his small head
MM took his seed
Life anew to lead

Written by SuiGen (Terry)
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