Call the farmer in the den
Tell him to get me a hen
Because this is poem Number Ten
The I wrote with my pen
Some say I'm a god
and that I have a huge rod
But I'm far to humble
And I'm just lucky enough to stumble
Upon these rhymes up in my brain
I'm like a pimp, here's my cane
It's my rod I talked about at the start
Right after the "I'm a god" part
There was a gasp that I heard
If you were thinking dirty, That's just absurd
Get your mind out of the gutter
So that I can mutter
"I entered, then I came and left her the money"
Then you know I'm talking about me honey
That I entered her house
Came in as quite as a mouse
Loaned her a nickle and a dime
Then finish this poem with a dope rhyme