oh penis jar oh penis jar
how i admire thee, close and afar
brined in vinegar and pickled to my taste
you are a severed penis i do not want to waste
back in july i found your owner
my first thought was to cut off his boner
so now you are mine to love and hold
soft and squishy to the touch you sure are cold
blue in colour with a tinge of green
there is no finer penis jar that i have seen
how i wish you will always be
in my jar for all eternity