Wee Willie Winkie,
In his dressing gown,
Knocked hopefully on every door
On every street in town.
Pleadingly the good man cried,
“Won’t someone let me in.”
But every single ear indoors,
Was made, it seemed, of tin.
Wee Willie tried and tried again.
“I’m lonely, please believe me:
“All I want’s companionship
“And someone to relieve me.”
At last one voice came through the lock
And quietly replied,
“If you will take Viagra, dear,
“I’ll let you come inside.”