The first time I tried some monkey dick wine
was in my imagination, shared with a mind that inspired such humor:
a mind so fine that I thought I’d split my sides open with laughter.
Why are wine bottles corked with cork, we asked?
Some other material like wood, plastic, or rubber might serve as well;
a material that’s soft yet firm and can plug well the tight hole.
Perhaps a plant stem? A giant, fat slug?
Could fingers work? But their inner bones are too hard. Then I knew: monkey dicks!
Living, aroused monkey dicks stuffed in the bottlenecks would work fine!
The monkey’s balls would have to be fondled;
keeping the new corks firm and the bottles airtight requires erections.
We would hire pretty human females to tickle the balls just right.
You see, monkey females can’t do the job; they don’t understand the goal.
They’d tickle too fast or too slow or too hard,
and the male monkeys would get too excited, and then pop their corks.
Connoisseurs would judge age and quality
by the greyness of the older monkey’s hairs, and the blueness of their balls,
and the attractivness of the expert human female ticklers.
monkey dick wine
monkey dick wine
how I love my monkey dick wine
there’s nothing quite so horribly funny
as a good long drunk on monkey dick wine
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