Needless to say, the patient’s depressed,
Wonders if he’ll want to get she-dressed
Once the testosterone’s
No more the main hormone
Since the production line has egressed.

The guy’s humor was black as he thought
Of a joke that he once told a lot
‘bout a man so endowed
That his basso was loud
And at 20 hertz, eardrums were shot.

That man had to do something drastic;
His doc said, “Your thing that’s elastic
Can be chopped so your voice
Will have a range more choice.
If that fails, it’s back on with mastic.”

The man said, “OK, doc, let’s do it,
’cause right now my voice—folks eschew it.
As long as you’re sure—
No new vocal allure—
You can re-attach and renew it.”

But soon after the job’s done, the guy
Found his voice now an octave too high.
So, down from 880,
Next day, he said, “Matey”
On a ship, took a cruise to Hawai’.

Well, one day they got caught in a swell;
He was at the rail, not feeling well.
A rogue wave hit the boat;
He was thrown off to float
With no PDF. . .started to yell:

“These waves—way too rough for sea otters!
Heave me a line, you bleeding rotters!!”
Then he shrieked in alarm,
Suggesting there was harm:
“Cod?! No, by god—sharks in these waters!!!”

The punch line, of course, was falsetto.
And it’s tone was not allegretto.
’cause the pitch of his shriek
Was a rodentian squeak—
Shark took his penile peso netto.

Yes, but now that old jest just seemed cruel,
‘bout a man divested of his tool.
And he knew that his buds,
When they knew he’d no pud,
Would address him with the nickname “Mule.”

He thought then: “I will be picaro’d.”
Although he now found his shtik narrowed,
Because though once pendant,
He’s no more ascendant
Ever since he had his prick harrowed.

Though the guy in the joke nearly drowned,
He who told it was docks-bound and found
A windjammer that lacked
A cabin boy; he cracked:
“You’ve got one now.” And off they were bound.