A SALUTARY TALE

A daft verse, really, and no more than that. About boasting and bragging.

Tom Speedking was a motorist of rare and wondrous girth,

Between his legs there hung the mightiest weapon found on Earth

And when he raced round Mansfield Streets with his exhaust pipe nigh on fire

And his robust y-fronts contriving to push his scrotum ever higher

He sang a song of romance to his darling in her bed,

Waiting for him so eagerly all the years that they’d been wed,

But Tom forgot his willy and its huge and peerless length

And tugged his little steering wheel with monumental strength.

He zoomed round corners wildly, took bends on just two wheels,

Raced ageing ladies on their bikes, showed them a pair of heels,

And when the mood overtook him he hooted like a king,

And pulled his trousers round his knees and yodeling did sing:

“I am the King of all mankind, come gaze upon my willy,

It is a foot or more in length, much shorter would be silly!”

And ladies came from near and far and sighed at its huge size

And all the while he stored for him his ignominious demise,

For she who lay a-waiting in their marriage bed

Swore all the sperms he’d offered her were useless or were dead.

Reviews

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

A very beautiful poem there. You speak of the tale of a motorist who adores speed and boasts off his skills. Moto racing has been described quite vividly and I could see the things happening in front of me. This poem reminds of Shelly's Ozymandias. King Ozymandias' colossal statue has a pedestal which read- 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' This too reveals ostentation and the same has been expressed through your poem. I do not think it is daft, but is a commendable piece of writing.
Good work, rhyming and imagery in particular. Keep writing.

[Peter Rogerson]

I am familiar with Ozymandias and his ego and can see a strong resemblance between King Oz and my little verse. Thanks for your comment, it was most welcome.