Ode to my Foreskin

Although we have never met I miss you every day I wish I could have played with you In every conceivable way

You’re like the winter hoodie That my penis never had A snuggly blanket for my knob Really would’ve been rad

Why oh why did they take you from me? At a party called a 'Bris' I wish I could have had the choice Instead of making you look like THIS!

Although you’ve grown back somewhat... ...and my knob always shines so bright, having a tongue flicked under you would’ve bought such orgasmic delight.

Goodbye my piece of calamari, my little onion ring. This ode I made up just for you, foreskin on my ding-a-ling