Small Penis

Please make me pregnant she thought as she lay
with one leg in Southend and one in Torquay;
she couldn’t help feeling a little dismay,
when she’d seen the size of his penis

He was rutting and panting and doing his best,
his sweat as it dripped made a swamp on her chest;
what he lacked in size, he made up for in zest,
though thoroughly lacking in finesse

All of a sudden he stopped with a grunt,
then gasped as he gave it just one final shunt.
In ten seconds flat he was out of the hunt
and lay, where he fell; on her snoring.

She eventually managed to tumble him off,
he spluttered a little and gave short cough.
She studied his penis and then felt her trough
and hoped there were sperm in there soaring.

As she tried to walk without moving her legs;
so as to give the best chance to her eggs.
She heads for the shower and secretly begs;
keep swimming you bastards, keep swimming!

Then as she sponges the sweat off her tits,
she pictures his penis; God it’s the pits
but then thinks; ah, fuck it as long as it fits
and pictures her tubes filled to brimming.

What if it’s a boy? The thought does occur;
if it’s genetic, he’ll come to hate her.
If he’s born with a dick that is so much shorter
than the size of his little finger

I’ll fix it, she thinks, determined to cope;
I’ll get an extension or stretch it with rope!
Ah, bollocks, think positive and live in hope;
this isn’t a good place to linger!