Chas, Chas, Chas, Chas. What little nuts you really has.....
Your mother tried to make you kind,
Your daddy tried to make you blind,
You met a girl, her name Lolita,
She giggled at your little Peter,
You shed a tear, and swore to Heaven,
That one day you'd be swingin' Seven,
That day has come, it shall be known,
An Implant in your Weenis sewn,
Now you're healed, no longer mopin'
But you get hard when the garage door opens!!!!
Now Chas is hung like a Brahma Bull,
His bloomers, they look really full,
Especially when compared to, lass,
The Reed School 5th Grade History Class!
"My Penis Weenis!", Charlie cries,
When he gazes with those beady eyes,
It grows from 2" up to four,
whenever Mommy opens the garage door.
Now he spend his days locked in his room,
watching his brand new weenis bloom!
He's yet to spread his seed to sew,
since boys butts don't make kids, you know!
His weenis fits him like a glove,
perfect for that man-boy love!!!
Now Charlie Baer is old and grey,
Spent a lifetime being gay,
Those implants only last 10 years,
Now his eyes are filled with tears,
The peenis weenis that measured five,
Has shunk away, has took a dive,
He cannot show it off no more,
Does nothing when Mommy lifts the door,
Back to 2 inches, I suppose,
At least he has a rubber hose!!