A MAN'S PRAYER
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray my penis I will keep.
And if I wake and it is gone
I hope I'll find it on the lawn.
I hope the dog that's running free
Doesn't see that little part of me.
And many cautions I must take
To keep that part I love to shake.
Much attention must I pay
To see the knives are put away.
The mower, chainsaw, and hatchet, too
There's just no telling what she'll do.
So I cross my fingers, close my eyes,
And cross my legs to avoid surprise!