The Bouncing Prick

There once was a prick named Peter
Who bounced up and down on his nuts.
His goal it would seem,
A sexual dream,
To diddle the holes of all butts.

So the bouncing prick named Peter
Who wanted to fulfill his hunt
Sought to discover
Holes to uncover
But stumbled and fell in a cunt.

Then the bouncing prick named Peter
Who had never favored a quim
Found a new passtime
That was not a crime,
Fucking slitties was his new whim.

Thus the bouncing prick named Peter
Sought to search for creamy coozes
And he found a few
That gave him a screw
As a huge cock never loses.

As the bouncing prick named Peter
Hopped into more and more pussy
He learned that his name
Had earned him some fame,
Proving he was not a wussy.

And the bouncing prick named Peter
Concluded he preferred cunny
To hairy bung holes
That played the roles
Of greasy vees; they were funny.

But the bouncing prick named Peter
When told that something thrust deeper
Than the dick he used,
The cock he abused,
Vowed then to become a leaper.

Now the bouncing prick named Peter
Leaped high seeking more cum than most.
Higher he jumped,
The things he humped
He regrets the cactus the most.

So the bouncing prick named Peter
Played soulful tunes on all the keys
With huge balls enough,
Dreamt of juicy stuff,
Pussy, quim, cunny, cooze, cunt, please!