Ah'm back hame again.Here's anither poem.Ah dinnae think Rabbie wrote it tho he did dae some wild stuff that is no in the books

T O A P E N I S

By Robert Burns

Puir wee saft an' flabby penis,
A wheen o' pleasure you hae gien us.
An hour or twa ago, puir thing,
Ye made a lassie's gled hert sing,
For then ye stuck oot firm and prood
An' put Jean Armour in the mood.

She doted on the love ye geid,
An' lost wi' glee her maidenheid.
Her comely thighs, her erse sae braw
Did answer mother nature's ca'.
She squirmit like a trimlin' jelly,
As ye went scuddin' up her belly.

Fu' prood she wis o' hard worked penis:
an' hoo ye jerked sae weel between us;
She lay there, gigglin' wi' pleasure;
Lie doon, and rest - ye've earned yer leisure.
For Ye geid yer a' tae satisfy
The urgent need o' Jean and I.

Still ye did a guid night's work;
Ye did yer duty, didnae shirk.
Noo, wee thing ye look sae sad,
You're just nae use tae Rabbie lad.
Ye're wabbit oot, an' saft as butter -
But hoo ye made Jean Armour splutter.
An' as I slowly puff my pipe
Ye look just like some wrinkled tripe.

Noo ma Bonnie Jean's gang hame
Tae hing her heid in sorry shame.
Ye ken gie weel ye did her wrang -
I kept ye in her far too lang,
An' noo we'll hae tae wait an' see
If Jean will hae a pregnancy.

Oh weel, we a' men, we tak oor chances,
Let's saunter doon tae Poosie Nansy's,
An' when I've had a dram or twa
I'll let ye piss agin' the wa'.
Maybe ye'll pardon my abuses
I realise ye've ither uses.