The song of Nick the Dick

Nick the Dick with his lordly load,
Stroking his bone on an impatient commode,
He dreams of a grip by unlnowong hands
While stoically holding his tray he stands.
What could incite such a capital lad
To offer his manhood to pranksters so bad?
Did he 'relish' the thought of his undressed weiner
Exposed as a snack? Or did something meaner
Come into his thoughts - revenge for the sleights,
For the sniggers, the pointing, for all the cock fights
He had always endured on account of his girth?
Why should a prominent dong provoke mirth?
For he was a man not much different from others,
With a song in his heart he called all men his brothers
And felt himself blessed to be part of the world.
But against him the banner of envy unfurled
Whenever in locker room doffed he his clothes
And exposed to free air his proud unrivaled hose.
The boys would all gape and declare, "What a song!
Where is the jock strap can hold back that schlong?"
And girls would soon learn, for rumors abound
Whenever a great trouser python is found.
Nick was a sensitive lad, not averse
To setting his intimate thoughts in such verse
As one might compare to the love poems of Keats.
But the girls he adored only wanted his meat,
They begged him to pound them, to tear up their guts.
Nick shuddered to feel the caress of these sluts.
And soon all the joy had died out in his heart.
His only thought now was - revenge through his art!
(to be continued)