Why Ladies Don't Fish
by: Gerald Bosacker

In slimy balls, worms congregate
regardless of status or creed.
Watch them squirm and undulate
fulfilling their passion or need.
When touched earthworms ejaculate
exuding their potent worm seed.
Right through their skins they procreate,
by clumping together, worms breed
When baiting hooks best hesitate,
use gloves, I fervently plead
since you could find by tempting fate
that worms are hard to breast feed.

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