It's lathed,
A gorgeous-grain birch bone,
It's lathed
And it's Gorgon long.
No lad
Needed for a wood time.
Can moan,
Yet none's spent in your clime.

It's lathed,
And it's a bountiful mass.
It's lathed,
Looks like the Bounty's mast.
No need
For that Y chromosome,
Babe, you just need a cock
That will crow in morn.

It's sheathed in your cleft; oh, it's a gorgeous nine--
You're gonna have fun and take plenty of time.
Don't have too worry 'bout a dimwit date;
Just pry, jack, and undulate,
Just lie back and ululate.

It's up
24x7, see,
You're free
From hassle of ED.

It's lathed
And can't make "him" a dad.
Gonads
In this case become gone nads.

It's lathed,
Gorgeous pre-burgeoned bone,
Trim-bathed,
And it's goin' strong.