Dog's Breakfast

Whenever my wife drags me to the shops,
I insist on sticking out the head my cyclops,
Over my belt-buckle, just an inch or two,
So all the other ladies can enjoy the view.

At first I pulled it out as a prevention,
But my wife just giggled and loved the attention,
"Everyone will see the size of your dick,
They'll be jealous of it's length, its shape and how thick".

I'd  hear lots of "Ooohs!" and Aahhhs!", and some screams,
Especially on days when I use the whipped cream,
Once a couple women tried to take a grip,
With big smiles on their faces, licking their lips.

Many people asked me how it stays erect,
Is it a small blue pill, or some blood flow defect?
It aint my wife, she's wider than she's tall,
(Although just what she can do with three bowling balls!)

Then one day it stopped when a small black poodle,
Jumped up and latched on to my well endowed noodle,
Firstly I thought that it was kind of kinky,
Then teeth sunk in, the dog thought it was a twinkie.

Needless to say, the damage was severe,
And now things are not quite how they once appeared,
My giant jibberstick had lost it's head,
So now I wear a shirt depicting it instead.