Throbbing Tony

On the night we heard John Smith had died,
I knew that my faith would abide.
As we lay together
My thoughts wandered nether,
Where Cherie was opened up wide.

On that twelfth of May, ninety-four,
Real potency banged at my door.
She gave me my strength
And assured me my length
Would be greater than any before.

I followed my instinct, a beast,
On her Caplinised whatsits to feast.
Premonitions of George
Made me further engorge,
And discharge of my weapon, due east.