The Stuff That Once Filled Edward's Balls
(to The Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls)

The stuff that once filled Edward's balls,
Its small blue capsule shed.
Now sits on the shelf on Eckerds walls
In a spray of red.
So shakes the fist of a former senator,
His advertising days are oe'r
And hearts that once waited hours too long,
Now get it long before.

No more for chiefs and ladies old,
The pill of viagra swells.
The spray alone when used at night,
Will keep the old fart bold.
Thus Richard now more often wakes,
Elizabeth now more gives,
Ladies fear being screwed too much,
Till they no longer live.

=P