The Bobbitt Prayer (about as bad as you expect...)
Date: Thu, 10 Mar 94 15:20:58 PST
Subject: The Bobbitt Prayer (about as bad as you expect...)
Forwarded-by: vangogh.CS.Berkeley.EDU!bostic (Keith Bostic)
Forwarded-by: firstname.lastname@example.org (Andrew Cherenson)
The Bobbitt Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my penis I will keep,
And if I wake and it is gone,
I hope to find it on the lawn.
I hope the dog that's running free,
Doesn't see that little part of me,
Many precautions I must take,
To keep this part I love to shake.
Much attention I must pay,
To assure I put the knives away,
The mower, chain saw, the hatchet too,
Why there's no telling what she'd do.
To rid me of my manly charm,
I must keep it safe, away from harm,
So I cross my fingers, as I close my eyes,
and I cross my legs to avoid surprise!
© 1994 Peter Langston