Spurs, Take Two

Further contemplation of Lilley's I've Got Spurs That Jingle Jangle Jingle has yielded the following. It has a broader appeal in one respect, and a narrower appeal in another (and don't let me hear any puns about "broad" and "narrow," please):

I've got sperm that wiggle waggle wiggle
As they glide up the vaginal canal.
As I watch my partner's puppies jiggle,
I lament, "You'll be sorry later, pal."

Lyric © 2005 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

Whether I'll bother to pursue this further--oh, who am I kidding? Of course I will.