My balls are tucked in tight
To this season's Calvin kleins'.
In this self conscious scrotum world
This is dressed up to the nines.
They hang outside the body
For a temperature just right.
Sometimes seen in the daytime,
Always out at night.
If some bastard
Gives them a kick
They make their owners
Physically sick.
Their wrinkly skin
Will make you laugh
Like an octogenarian
Too long in the bath.
They move on their own
And often not together
They may just be a sex toy
As they are clearly made of leather.
I think they may be alien
They seem to be extra terrestrials.
You could be kissing ET
When licking, etcetera, testicles.
They have more blue veins
Than auntie Vera' s calves.
They are in this thing together
They don't do things by halves.
"I find them super s s sexy",
You tell me with your stutter.
I think you may well stamp on them
If you found them in a gutter.
They are there to just make babies,
To describe their role succinctly.
And that is why your offspring,
Debut all pink and wrinkly.