Hollow Weenie

I have a hollow weenie,
I whizz where e'er I want.
I know it's hollowed, cuz, you see,
it's where the pee comes out.

Its face is like a pumpkin.
its smell is like a ghost.
Oh how I love to pee with it,
shall we raise a toast?

To all the hollow weenies,
who came and went before,
and marked the edge of territory,
to keep the evil door.

From opening up,
and letting the devil in.
I whizz to your glory,
freeing us from him.

I whizz to all the girls,
who have gone before,
when they saw my weenie,
scared them to the core.

I love my hollow weenie,
will love it till I die.
Man, I just took a whizz,
pass the pumpkin pie.

Boy peeing on the devil


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Statue of a cherub peeing on the devil on the garden of Eden

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