the scout made to pout
quite the find was the latest eagle scout.but ready to indulge he wasn't about.
then around the boys,ask of the bulge?,
and he's in doubt.
now the sight only stregnthens the urge to nail
that round, firm, smooth, sweet little tail.
soon he caught unto this game
starting playing, lacking the knowledge
and thinking it the same.
this trick he did pull upon himself
would cause his head to grow stout.
"i'm beautiful, worship me!" he'd blatantly shout.
with time now past, observe the scout pout.
i guess he finally found out,
that with beauty does not necessarily follow clout.
his only remaining asset was
his generously proportioned sprout.
but for a small fee, you too can
commision its next spout.
tyke
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