LANCELOT LOVERBOY / by Joseph Castorino


Lancelot Loverboy was his true name,

Pornography was his heart-thumping game;

Peeking at pics of sexy Doll Tearsheet,

His big burning eyes turned red as a beet;

But the more he looked at girls who were hot,

The more his eyes swelled, and larger they got;

And like Pinocchio’s long wooden nose,

Each one of his eyeballs just grows and grows;

Lancelot’s lewd obsession never stopped,

Then like a balloon each eye loudly popped;

He listened to Emotion’s lustful lies,

So that’s why Loverboy finally dies.