Bob's Job

Poor ol’ Bob had suffered through years of humiliation
A piece of meat used by his wife for pure recreation
She’d have her friend Agnes come by at least two times a week
And use poor Bob for games they’d play stripped to his butt cheeks.

Playing ‘Pin the Tail on the Donkey’, Bob thought they’d gone too far
But then the game ‘Hide the Sausage’ was definitely more bizarre
The memories of ‘Cops and Robbers’, he still bore scars from the handcuffs
And when he saw the rings and Viagra pills, Bob had had enough.

Popping half the bottle down, Bob waited for the consequence
And sure enough his member grew into an enormous protuberance
Agnes and his wife were shocked, never had they seen one such a size
But poor ol’ Bob lost too much blood and fell down paralyzed.

Falling down flat on his back with his schlong almost touching the roof
Not only was it eight feet high it was hard enough to be bulletproof
Agnes got the right idea and switched on some rock-‘n’-roll
Stripped down to her frilly knickers and used Bob’s cock as a dancing pole!

Bob’s wife invited all her friends for a night of sexy fun
He stayed in that unbending position until the morning sun
His ‘pole’ was red and painfully raw, by the time he finally awoke
But Bob had never felt happier and he dribbled as he spoke:

“That was without a doubt, the best night of my life
I dreamed I was being pleasured by a harem... plus my wife”
So every night until he died Bob would do his Viagra trick
He passed away with a smile on his face and ten women on his dick.