Toymaker Poem by Lee Fones

today i saw a toy maker
called him santa claus
he wasn't too impressed
until he saw my funny balls

took them too his factory
to show them supervisor
blew them up very big
couldn't get into their interior

feeling rather eek had to pop a ball
its lucky i had two though
then walked in through door
with my ball i fought

entered room with my spiel
they pondered what was said
hope we have arrangement
if not wife will shoot me dead

hour after hour contemplation went
got a text off me wife
asking if i was bent
troubles of being married strife

they called me back to office
we've contemplated your ball
its a fantastic design
but we've burst it on the wall

me with no balls plus a upset wife
fuming stormed out in disgrace
lesson learnt never flash balls
to a toymaker just in case