Woody

Woody Woodpecker started pecking on my tree.

I cussed him out and he started attacking me.

He flew down my pants and started pecking my wang.

You can't begin to imagine how much that stang.

Now when I go to the bathroom, pee comes out of twenty holes.

The only thing worse than this was when I voted for Bob Dole.

I shot that damn bird with my rifle and I had him for dinner.

He made swiss cheese out of my pecker but I came out the winner.

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This is a fictional poem

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