Prerequisite: Boys and Anatomy 101
There comes a time in all boys lives when they discover that little hangydown between their legs and from that point on, no decisions are made without a direct consult with their penis. Usually, the penis is not all that responsible and when the boy asks it if he should climb on top of the minivan, the penis will 9 times out of 10 say, “YES!”. Or if the boy asked the penis if the marble will fit in his nose, once again, a resounding “YES!”.
So it comes as no surprise that boys will compose songs about their penis. A tribute, if you will. Here’s a few heard around our home. Feel free to sing along.
“Row, row, row your penis”
“Old MacPenis had a penis, P-E-N-I-S” (they get points for spelling)
Perhaps you have some favorites you’d like to share with me. Feel free to leave them out of my comments section.
~R
Filed under: The Boys
Ahhh….boys. Just read a commentary this morning in a paper where the guy was fearful his son would not become a proper guys guy, but felt much better because he could make fart sounds with his armpit, and made up songs about boogers. He recounted a story of his son having the “I think I can…” spirit and in trying to get his mom’s attention (at 13) strapped his belt around his back and under his knees and cinched it. His mom wasn’t impressed (she was on the phone) so he said, look, I can walk and proceeded to walk on his bony butt cheeks. She was still less than impressed and carried on her conversation so he said, “I think I can go down stairs like this”. At some point gravity took over, like from the beginning, and he tumbled down the stairs and broke his foot spending the rest of the week telling his tale and having his cast signed. The author was no longer worried about his son being a real guy.