Theena's Pants

They've been discussed in some detail recently and there's something about Theena being a poet and about Ravana's poem posted here that made me think about writing a little bit of poetry myself.

After all, if these chaps can do it, then I must be able to give it a bash. I've given you my first attempt, it's a meaningful piece and I've drawn inspiration from the spiritual and deep side of me, in particular I've thought about my relationship with space, light and shade. It also reflects the darker side of my personality and my lifelong love of the fine works of AA Milne, Dickens and Blink 182.

Here it is:


There was a young poet called Theena
He was proud of his massive weiner
But his pants were so tight
That he'd over excite
And shoot all over the cleaner.


Any constructive criticism, or extra verses, will be appreciated.