Friday flippancy....
A cocky fellow named Young... Thought he was very well hung! Locker room...out of sorts, For when dropping his shorts... No one its praises had sung! Bad luck continued for Young... For help he had frantic'ly rung! Before shorts were back on, A bee'd fixed upon... You can guess where he was stung! At hospital Young's strident cries.. As band-aid from wound staff did prise! Said nurse with mock sigh, But with twinkle in eye... "I've never seen one quite that size!"
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