Jack Is In A Box

Returning after a trip to play the organ I spy a back door postman. Perhaps he has several large holes drilled in, yet I gingerly place mine up to one of the holes...there is curdled milk. I am Piglet on the edge with my gift inside. The babies take another hole in the middle, it makes me think of a glistening telephone.

"Vous les avez trouves?" I sigh triumphantly and hear the broken sealing wax. "You were needing a cock".

"Yes but i don't need three of them," I wail "where would I put them?"

"In the ladies undies"

"So sensible!" I protest "Three of my own cocks to kill myself."

"Do you think these three brothers are together, during my troubles with the virtues of keeping precisely three cocks that will attempt to claw each other to pieces on the estates?"

"Three cocks don't just mean the other hand. Cocks are ugly little blighters compared with 'The Magnificence'; and does not tug my strings if I give them my strings."

"I give them trouble and eat them on their necks, and throw them out with the slops."

"I am not entirely stupid."

"It is a gift of three males!"

"I have to say no while we are talking about feeding mine again." Taking the deep man about to do something he knows to be deeply foolish, three young cocks.