A Buddha very silly
With a ribbon on his willie
Went a-seeking for some women
Who would play with him
croquet.
But the Buddha very silly
Due to ribbon on his willie
When approaching fancy ladies
Sent them scattering away.
Feeling rather under-flattered
‘Cause the women all had
scattered
Buddha sighed and sadly
juggled
All the balls of his croquet.
Then he heard a sudden giggle
Which provoked his ears to
wriggle
And he turned and saw a
badger
And he heard the badger say:
“Excuse me, Buddha, sire
But it’s quite hard to
acquire
Women who will want to join
you
With a ribbon on your dick.
If the garland you remove
then
It’s quite likely you’ll
improve
Your probabilities and hopes
Of finding croquet partnership.”
“I like you, Mr. Badger,”
said the Buddha. “And I’d
wager
That you wouldn’t give advice
If it were not profoundly
good.
If I ought not wear this lace
On my most manly body place
Then what should I use to cover
My enlightened sword of
flesh?”
“I do opine,” the badger said
“That trousers would be
best.”
So the Buddha very silly
Took the ribbon off his
willie
Bought some trousers at the
market
And walked back into the town
He asked a woman in a dress
And to his pleasure she said
yes
Would her friends join? Yes,
indeed!
And this reversed the
Buddha’s frown.
The partners found a lawn
And played croquet from dusk ‘til
dawn
Using special Buddha
headlamps
They had bought for just that
use.
The Buddha lost the game
But much enjoyed it all the
same
And during sunrise, all
enjoyed
A lovely picnic of fresh
fruits.
