Author Thomas Meyer Boys' cocks, Diodore, have three phases, or so those in the know say. Leave 'em alone & they babble, let 'em swell & they wail, but when a hand yanks 'em, those pricks talk; that's all you need to know. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments