The sun wasn't out. And to put this quite short, We'd have "rain all day long." Said the weather report. I snuggled with Earl, my inflatable doll, but his cold latex form didn't rouse me at all. My clubbing was done, and all my dough spent, Just a ho back with mom, 'cause I couldn't pay rent. So I all I could do was Rub! Rub! Rub! Rub! But since I was broke-- No cash for the club. I had to use lube, I just couldn't get juicy-- And Earl's rubber prong couldn't go in my pussy. And then Something went SQUIRT Strong enough for alert! I looked! Then I saw--and he was no dud! I looked! And I saw him! A stud with a pud! And he said to me, "Hop off that inflatable crud!" "You've not been around With your hot, skimpy fashions, So I came to see you-- Girl, let's build up some passions!" I got rid of Earl, Almost hated to do it-- Took a sharp nail file And rammed that straight through it. That stud with the pud He stripped down to his skin And he jumped in bed with me. (Earl went in the bin.) We bounced and we jounced And the bed took a beating But that was a day I would end up repeating. That stud he was smooth-- And he never wore down He came seven times! And I thought I would drown. I squealed like a pig And he thought that was groovy I'm guessing he missed that "DELIVERANCE" movie. But just when I thought That the fun wouldn't stop, his balls dried up sudden-- his pud went KERPLOP! "That's my cue to scoot, I have to recover-- But I'll stop in again, you're a really fun lover." The stud with the pud jumped back into his duds and my sheets were all soggy with our combined cruds. I got them cleaned quick, though it took lots of suds. Then my mother came in (not exactly my wish) "Did you make trout again? The whole house smells like fish--" Should I tell her about it? Now what could I hint? That I spent all day fucking-- An eight hour stint? My response was a shrug and an innocent humming I only could say: "an adjustment in plumbing."