Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. Granted, I don't have a nine inch dick, like some guys claim, but it's every bit of six inches long, and I've measured it at six and a quarter inches around. From what I've been told, it's very thick. One girl I dated likened it to a beer can, though I know it's not quite that thick. We compared it. Penny got a wicked little grin and said "I take it back, very impressive, uh, equipment there little brother. I have to confess, it's been nice being home with you this summer. You've really grown.Read More
