I can't believe I forgot to post this on RU all these years. The universe has been without my poem since the demise of the late RC.
Ode to Interplanetary Poontang
There was a young spaceman from Venus,
Whose manhood was shaped like a penis.
Why is that special, you ask?
Might the penis have really been a mask?
He met a young girl from Nantucket,
Whose pussy was shaped like a bucket.
And despite any plea, from young men back from sea,
She had no wish to let a man fuck it.
But our spaceman came not from the ocean.
And of swimming, he had a poor notion.
His birth on a whole other world
Gave him powers he’d hardly unfurled.
When he met the young girl from Nantucket,
He was just walking out of the sea,
And his bathing in Earth’s luscious ocean
Made him wobbly and swaying of motion
The girl from Nantucket could tell
He was almost about to take fell,
And his manhood, she plainly could notice
Was no threat to her purity or bodice.
For the water had shrunk it quite teeny
And besides it had much the wrong shape.
She walked to him fearless of his weenie
And completely unworried of rape.
The girl lay herself on the sand,
And disrobed like the spaceman weren’t there.
Staggering, he approached her on land,
And on top of her fell he, quite bare.
In an instant the girl gave loud cries,
Penetrated right up ‘tween her thighs.
By a monstrous, hot, ravaging rod,
Took her virtue and shamed her by god.
But how had that happened, she wondered
How the spaceman, her innocence had he plundered.
With his miniscule, warped shaped anatomy
Had somehow stuffed up her virginity.
But the spaceman from Venus, remember,
Came from space and had loads of technologies.
When bathing he masked his huge member,
With holograms shaped like anomalies.
When he fell on the naked young lass,
What she thought was incapable of erection
Was actually his sensible election
To pierce her with his conic section.
So now the young girl from Nantucket
Had a pussy filled more than a bucket.
For the spaceman was loaded for bear,
And overflowed her past her own pubic hair.
The lesson, dear ladies, is obvious
When dealing with spacemen so devious.
Be fooled not by their wobbly state,
And keep your legs shut like a gate.
