Kerry Allen's Love Emporium

His face was cursed, his features odd,
Most resembling the homely cod.
Nonetheless, the ladies were awed,
For he had been endowed by God
With bulging manroot so lengthy and broad,
Even harlots swooned at sighting his bod.

They worshipped him where’er he trod.
At his clothing, they ripped and clawed.
Countless frigid flowers he thawed,
Both domestically and abroad, 
Using his lance of love to thrust and prod
With the vigor of a whole jousting squad.

Years passed, his horny spirit flawed,
Wastrel, scoundrel, drunken sod,
Pressed into service for a vicious bawd 
Until his turgid pleasure rod,
Having blown its final glorious wad,
Exhausted, spent, was permitted to nod.