The Tale of Freddy Law

Whose sexual equipment got jammed in the door.
By the time they freed him, he didn't feel well
For his private parts were mangled to hell.

They rushed him to hospital, the ambulance flew,
But when they arrived, there's nought they could do.
What a bad blow for Fred, condemned without choice,
To live with no sex and a high squeaking voice.

But lucky for Fred, so he wouldn't feel a fool,
Some bright spark suggested a "Bionic Tool."
A smart new electric one, made out of brass,
Though the batteries would have to be kept up his arse.

Now newly equipped and after a rest,
Fred thought he would put the tool to the test.
So finding a woman, the nearest one handy,
Supplied her with drink and made her feel randy

She, without waiting, put her hand in Fred's flies,
As she felt what was there, gave a cry of surprise.
"That's my Bionic Chopper. Now lets have some fun."
"Cor blimey" she said, "It felt like a gun."

They both stripped quick and Fred entered her fast,
He turned up the control knob and gave her full blast.
They clung to each other as Fred's dick shook some more,
Then they bounced off the bed and onto the floor.

Now the pace hotted up and they started to choke,
As the room became filled with blue dirty smoke.
With a bang Fred's left bullock shot up in the air,
And his other one went bonkety-bonk down the stair.

So back for repair went Fred full of woe,
Was this how his sex life was destined to go?
To return to his doctor at the end of each shag
With his tool in his pocket and his balls in a bag?

But they fixed up young Fred, made him manly again,
For they boosted his batteries with a flex from the main.
So if he cant get a girl, now poor Fred doesn't cry,
He just flicks on the switch and jerks himself dry.