Reading the poem authored by Tuckahoe about a provider in his recently recanted review, I felt moved to wriye something of my own, hopefully its half as mature and thought provoking as its inspiration. Since I cant post in a review thread, I hope its okay if I leave my wee Limerick here..
There once was a fella named Tuck
Who, when faced with a talented f*ck
Would insist Love was True
As he moaned and boohoo'd
...but the Ladies all thought him a schmuck. :/ Originally Posted by JaneDarling