MY POOR OLD COCK DIED

My poor old cock was to large for the shelf
So it stood many years on the floor.
It was taller by half than a GILF himself
But it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
No longer my treasure and pride

It stopped short, never to go again
When old GILF man spied.
But his life seconds numbering tick-tock-tick-tock
His ID is fumbling tick-tock-tick-tock
His gold watch a crumbling tick-tock-tick-tock

Me cock is a rumbling rumbling rumbling

Better than a second coming methinks.