Ere I turn twenty-nine?
I tire of this empty sack
Against my hairless thigh.
And when will I awaken
To find my mattress wet?
It happened to the other boys,
But I've not known it yet.
And will my wanker bolden,
And shed its pinkish skin?
And will it grow a hairy nest
To spend its evenings in?
And, Mother, what's a clitoris,
and is it hard to find?
My cousin said she'd show me hers
If I would show her mine.
~Authur Greenleaf Holmes
So much for moral integrity!
