My poem's about is about how come it's okay to name your willy, but it's not okay to name the mans willy next to you at the urinals.
Hello you in the stall next to me.
I'm going to call yours Captain Birds Eye.
Because it looks like it's wearing a polo neck and winking at me.
You're welcome, I just named your penis.
Hello, train driver who's just nipped in for a piss.
I'm going to call yours Mrs Fernsby.
My old My old geography teacher, because you're small and wrinkly and have a birth mark down the side of your shaft.
Why?! You're welcome, I just named your penis.
Hello police officer, police officer who's just been sent to the toilets because they've had reports of someone naming people's , You can't arrest me for naming strangers' cocks! Oh, you can, I didn't know that.
Oh, great, now I'm electronically tagged again.