A Stiff Rhyming Poem
This morning I woke with an unflinching boner.
It was not a good time for me to be a loner.
I thought about her, perhaps I should phone her.
But all she would do is give me cold shoulder.
In any event, she's too much of a moaner.
Thus fantasy made me a sci fi lab owner.
By experimentation I was able to clone her.
Except for the gene that makes her a groaner.
And dropping my pants, I thereby cajoled her.
She tore off her jeans, rejoicing (in) my boner.
12/3/2024
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