MY WOOD..by TODD ELLIOT

I did polish my wood

you cant imagine the amount of stroking my wood

cuz i had to rub and rub

then when my hand got tired

i had to rest

The wood was still hard by rubbing

so i sat there

with the wood hard

I didnt worry

since my wood was hard and my hand needed rest

so i sat there awhile

and stared at my wood

I started to rub my wood again

stroking it

up and down

not forgetting the shaft of the wood

I kept rubbing and noticed

that the more i rubbed my wood

the wood got alot shiner

I could see i the veins of the wood being exposed from my vigerous rubbing

popping out

glistening

thorbbing

pulsating to my eye

I looked down and smiled

at such a mangnificent piece of wood

i had to keep staring

it mystified me

It had a life of its own

and with one last stroke of my wood.

I went to bed