Lo! Behold! Before me, a bewildering sight!
Your nutsack poured over the locker bench,
like batter over a waffle iron,
Set me affright and caused no delight.
You please to discuss much
while drying your crotch!
How humble you are!
Much like the Pennsylvania Dutch.
And your shvantz!
Yikes!
Perhaps it belongs in a rabbit hutch?
Or somewhere other than within my sight?
Have you heard of a robe?
Did humility die after the Second World War?
Consider the Buddhist monk:
rarely do you see their shlongs run amuck!
So do please cover up;
I'm not here to give you your yearly check-up.
God knows,
it's your wit and humor, solely,
I wish you to expose.