Wow! What you all can come up with when I'm asleep in my bed, dreaming of new Challenge!s to perplex you with . . . Here are the Silver B.L.O.B.s for the wondrous bits of verse so far:

To Micca for an ultimate spit-take with:

so all the young ladys
are lamenting each day
for the hour of waiting
was once spent in foreplay
now their fellas are falling
back to their old way
wham bam thank you ma am
and I'll be on my way

To Amos, BOTF, for the guffaw producing:

But the lass was every inch a match, she'd not be turned away!
And to cure my poor performance, well, she grabbed a nasal spray,
And she whispered soft and luscious as I fumbled with her clothes,
"See, insertion is a two way street!", amd she poked it up my nose!

To Philibuster for the soon-to-be-oft-quoted:
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.

To mousethief for his down-home bonhomme with:

Then Jed read the bottle, it said it takes an hour
His wife was fast asleep before his tool began to flower
He woke her up gently and said, "dear, take off your clothes!"
And she told him very plainly he could stick it up his nose!
But he couldn't, really. It wasn't that long.

And to a chara chóir, derrymacash, for his rally-round-the-flagpole-boys lines:

My staff of life, my wand of love
My pleasure-cudgel's mended
When the ladies visit my bed above
No longer they're offended
We'll frolic and we'll gambol
Play the tunnel and the train
Since I've sniffed out the miracle cure
Inhalation once again

These brilliant B.L.O.B.s bode well for a 'miraculous' Challenge! -- Maith sibh, well done to all!!!

-- Áine