"So, Les, you're no good in the sack," Said Doctor John Brinkley, the quack. "It's goat glands you need, To stimulate seed, You'll soon get virility back. "See here, you can pick your own goat. We'll grab him and chop off his scrote, And implant a slice Of his balls in a trice, And soon you'll a huge throbbing choat." The day for the operation's come, Anaesthetised Less is, with rum, The goat scrote's injected, Will it work as expected? "Who cares, I've just earned a great sum." Les goes, humps his wife willy nilly, And though you may think this tale's silly, 10 months pass away, Then the proud parents say: "We've got us a son, name of Billy."http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_R._Brinkley "So, Les, you're no good in the sack," Said Doctor John Brinkley, the quack. "It's goat glands you need, To stimulate seed, You'll soon get virility back. "See here, you can pick your own goat. We'll grab him and chop off his scrote, And implant a slice Of his balls in a trice, And soon you'll a huge throbbing choat." The day for the operation's come, Anaesthetised Less is, with rum, The goat scrote's injected, Will it work as expected? "Who cares, I've just earned a great sum." Les goes, humps his wife willy nilly, And though you may think this tale's silly, 10 months pass away, Then the proud parents say: "We've got us a son, name of Billy."
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