Dick and Rex
In a house of love and morning wood,
Lived Dick and his old dog Rex.
They shared a bond, a brotherhood,
Of two very flexible necks.
For Dick, he had a mighty tool,
Ten inches, grand thick and proud,
And Rex, by some genetic rule,
Was similarly so well-endowed.
They shared a secret, deep and true,
A most specific and happy game.
When Dick would bend to see it through,
Old Rex would do the very same.
Out on the lawn, beneath the sun,
A human and a canine friend,
Would get their daily loving done,
Joining each to himself, end to end.
No need for leashes, fetch, or toys,
Their pleasures were a different kind.
They were the best of happy boys,
Blessed by their so limber spines.
Dick would go deep, with a throaty sigh,
His own ten inches, way down his hatch,
And Rex, with a contented eye,
Would prove to be a perfect match.
They'd hike the trails, and find a spot,
A meadow green, and overgrown,
And show the world it's just so hot,
A special pleasure all their own.
A man, a dog, a perfect pair,
With cocks so long and throats so deep,
They'd fill perfect fresh country fair,
With promises they would forever keep.
So let the world go on its way,
With lesser loves and smaller joys.
For Dick and Rex, they'd spend the day
As nature's happiest, bestest boys.
Deep-throat self suckers, side-by-side,
With nothing left to seek or fetch,
Just pure, self-loving, spermy pride,
And their one, so joyful reach.
