Groundhog day

The cover rises on the bed
morning glory so hard erect
shaft so thick knob so red
its alarm call breaks your dreams
wet or dry its end, that promontory gleams
its urgency cant be dismissed
you start to stroke it with your fist
changing hands at ninety six
pleasure building in that monolith
pausing now you feel that throb
yesterday, tomorrow too repeated friction
enlightenment and benediction
supplication shoots your load towards the sky
Cockney rhyming slang some chant
You cant beat a good TOM HANKS