The Old
Craftsman
Written by: Mitch (Thy God, Metaphorically Speaking)
Date Added: 07/23/03
I
am an old craftsman,
As
you should already know.
Who
whiles about the day,
Creating
different crafts for show.
My
main profession,
Though
it’s not really that.
Why
It’s more of an obsession
As
a matter of fact.
For
this fine piece of pine
When
smoothed with my knife,
Makes
many a woman moan,
And
gets her feeling fine.
My
success is from the materials
Wood,
being the best.
To
make all my feminine customers
Heave
their big chests.
The
size is consistent,
As
you will see.
No
smaller than five inches,
Nor
bigger than nineteen-point three.
It’s
what I’ve always done,
Most
past eighty year and more.
To
make the correct shapes,
No
matter what the core.
Whether
it be straight or curved,
Zigzag,
mushroomed, or flat.
There
hasn’t been one that I’ve done
That’s
ever been brought back.
If
you haven’t guessed it yet
What
my crafts are for.
All
I can say is this
You
just walk right out that door.
For
it could not be more obvious
Or
plainer to the eye.
I
make sex toys for pleasure,
And
always get myself a piece of the pie.