Having A Big One Poem by steve stirk

I remember in the sixties
That a twelve inch was admired
And that if you had a twelve inch
It was more than was required

I remember people looking
Thinking twelve was big enough
And that knobs, though quite protruding
Often bulbous shaped and rough

Let you pull and twist forever
I remember cousin Jean
Asking handsome husband Trevor
If he'd stretch to a sixteen

Now these days most have twenty
And it seems that we adore
The one's with size a plenty
In our quest for more and more

A good friends eldest daughter
Has the latest type on view
It makes her poor eyes water
But she's had one.. forty two

The biggest give most pleasure
And the chances aren't remote
We'll need more than a tape measure
In the future...just to gloat