Lecherous longing, priced phallus

Mother!

Yes, Venus

Daddy has no penis

Ah! Don’t be rude, dear

And don’t forget to take it in your rear

But what mother?

Rip his humerus

And humour your vagina

Break his femur into two

for it may be too thick for your ischium

What about his tool, ma?

I took possession of it,

some years back

In 1769,

I was seventeen and sublime

In my country, he came as a missionary 

And taught me a good lesson on loss and gain

I lost my virginity in missionary

and gained phallus

But when I got on top

Things got hot

He gained my perky buttocks

And his penis was lost

What’s for dinner, mother

Something that you will like, daughter

Roasted boneless human flesh

Some spiders which I didn’t fry

And tomatoes, that I did sun dry

What about the banana, radish and carrot?

I fed those to our dinner sponsor

He wasn’t dead, just in shock

I took care of that after feeding him

Food tastes even better, mother

With pleasant conversations and the significant other…