Lehrer's Masochism Tango was going through my head when I thought about writing a poem to that rhythm.
It turned out to be, near as dammit, a limerick, (except line 5 didn't have to rhyme,) and as it was that close...

While dancing the tango with Bridget,
My pants python started to fidget.
She noticed, said"My,
I'm ssure Tid that I
Could make a fine meal of that digit."

She pulled out the thing, greatly swolled-ed,
And round it her sweet lips enfolded,
And there, on her knees,
Through her tongue's tickling tease,
With a gush in her mouth it exploded.

She licked her lips, said "What a shame, dear,
That you, oh so rapidly, came dear.
Tomorrow be back
And we'll jump in the sack,
For a different but similar game, dear."

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Sunday, February 20, 2005