Ahhhh, shucks, thanks!
Here's a limerick for you:
There once was a fellow named Sarge,
a fine lad known by and large.
He made lassies squeal
with a touch and a feel
then showed them a robust discharge!
And one for the OP:
A man with a very hard wood,
admired wherever he stood,
looked for a naughty
to polish his knotty
and hammered whoever he could!
Back to haiku for lovinglifeinaustin:
Austin weirdness is
not overblown; can't ever
have enough BJs!