The Viagra Verses

Let’s hope our menfolk have a sense of humour!

There’s a little blue pill
To give men back the thrill
That they’ve lost through the process of ageing.
When they were like gods – all muscle and hair
And their hormones violently raging.

Sounds good in theory
But honestly? Really?
Is this what their womenfolk need?
When let’s be honest, in bed, tell the truth,
All she wants is a jolly good read.

Consider the scene.
This is between a man
and his wife who’d rather give ‘it’ a miss.
He looks and points down and says with a frown
‘So what do I do with this?’

To answer this question
His wife gave a suggestion
As his manhood was never in doubt.
‘I’ve rinsed out some smalls but no room on the line.
Perhaps you could hang them out?’.

He thought that the chore
Would last hours or more
But was very soon miffed to see
The clothes slowly slip off and one by one
Land in a heap on the floor.

He slunk back to bed
His face flushed and red
And put his false teeth in a cup,
Thinking: ‘Swallowing pills is not for me.
Don’t think I can keep it up.

But he didn’t like waste
And quite liked the taste.
He began to dream and to think:
‘I’ll crush the pills and put them in tea,
Whenever I need a stiff drink’.