Brain Still Idling

The parody of Anchors Aweigh is now as finished as it's every going to be:

Wankers all night, and then . . .
Wankers all day!
You know those Navy men—
They masturbate their lives away.
At first—pre-ejaculate;
Then—creamy foam.
(Keep whites immaculate
By shipping all your dirty laundry home.)

Lyric © 2009 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

I'm fond of the repeated then, which gives the thing some balance. And, while it may mystify my public (if any), nothing tickles me like ribaldry expressed in "high" language: masturbate and pre-ejaculate. One of my favorite limericks ends, And they argued all night/As to who had the right/To do what, and with which, and to whom. That prissy accusative, whom, always sends me into ecstasies of merriment.

But enough. A blog is no place to express oneself.