The state of the art John Thomas Wall

State-of-the-art John Thomas Wall

Internet dating at age 77
Is not always a stairway to Heaven
Because often from out of the blue
Without even a how de-do.
A randy bloke sends me a pic of his cock.
I kid you not it never fails to shock.
Thankfully not all frisky colts are blatantly obnoxious
Most ask before offering their service
‘I really dig your style
Will a pic of my dick make you smile’?
And knowing horny guys have their egos to feed
I stoically acquiesce to their primal need.
Perving on Percy, and all measure of Pricks
Including Willy and Winkie and a smorgasbord of Dicks
Alas, I am so exhausted from the hundreds of Rogers I have viewed
Unwittingly I’ve metamorphosed into prude,
So, I must delete my vulgar cock collection
Because I am going forth in a pious direction
Down Self-Righteous street
So, stand by while I press ‘delete’
POOF! Hundreds of Rogers banished into cyberspace
Gone without a trace.
Excuse me Sir ‘No I don’t want a pic of your Willy
Your request is outlandishly silly
And provokes my disdain
Honestly my contempt is hard to contain
So, no! Don’t send your Dick pic to me.’

But wait! What if I charged each bloke a fee?
To anonymously exhibit his Cock and ball in our local Hall.
It could generate a fiscal windfall.
Damn I forgot! I have deleted them all.
What a shame, I could have had a ball
Creating ‘A state-of-the-art John Thomas wall’
Any chance of a recall?