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An Ode to Peter's Balls

O Pete! your balls swing pendulous and strong

while all your tiny swimmers drain away,

in noble quest to freely wield your dong

without the need to count on luck and pray.

Our cheers swell huge, tumultuous and true! --

like bellies of your lovers never shall;

a hero of we childless proud and few,

your every dying sperm lifts our morale.

Admirers across the world! we share

a love of epic strength and rarity,

for Pete, his balls (though prob'ly still quite bare) --

the king of all testicularity.

Though true: in you your lineage now stalls,

your legacy lives ever in your balls.