Lewd Poems Contest

The stench of a sour gooch.
As I lift up my pooch,
As I adjust my wedgie, I poot.
A little crust, a little goop.
With my fingernail I scrape a scoop.

Oh my sphincter, you betray me.
Leaking like a broken o-ring,
Destroying the fruit of my looms.
My loins smell worse than old poon.

Oh despair.
Shortage of lotion and tissues.
It'll be concrete cum crusted socks,
For both thy feet and thy cock.
What's the issue?

Man-nipples lactating green puss,
From a hairy fellow named Gus.
I sat on his big bloated belly.
We used butter instead of KY jelly.