On the balls

Here's a guy! He used to laugh at girls,

Mocked them, made fun of them,

But after getting kneed in the balls

He groans, curled up,

Holding onto his balls.

And those he had so recently offended

Wiped their feet on his face

And his useless arrogance now

Suddenly became the pain of humiliation

and nothing more.

Here's a karateka who fought at half-strength

with one pretty girl,

but after taking a kick to the balls

he crashed down at her feet with a thud.

Now lies the famed fighter

Before his eyes only her bare feet

Groaning in pain and lacking the strength to rise

And from the hurt he cries a little.

Here's a gentleman who clearly overdid it

And was crudely harassing an unfamiliar girl

And again a woman's knee beautifully

Struck him in the balls with all her might.

And the gentleman involuntarily dropped to his knees

Covering the bruised spot with his palms

From the terrible pain he sobered up without a doubt

And his beautiful bride walked away, laughing slowly.

Here's a proud husband, he cheated on his wife,

But his wife's patience ran out

And late at night when the husband was innocently sleeping

She took him by the balls…

in the husband's eyes half-sleep and surprise

The wife squeezed the balls with half her strength

And the husband's body convulsed from pain,

Holding him by the balls she led him to the kitchen

Frightened, he submitted to her will.

Stopped near the kitchen knives

And smiled looking into his puppy-dog eyes

Squeezed again, he screamed from the pain

And a shameful tear runs down his cheek.

She put the poor wretch on his knees

And squeezed again he roared and howled

And releasing his pinched balls

She commanded him, and he served.

That night he licked his wife's heels

And every toe on her foot

Periodically he offered up his balls

For strikes… then groaned softly to the side.

Then he kissed her feet again

And licked up the spit at her feet…

The man suffered from pain and was scared,

And he served his wife as best he could.

And finally got on all fours

He on the threshold of his own home

His wife with her foot with all her might

Kicked him in the face blurred with tears.

And he endured, she innocently stood behind

And with a full swing right at the balls with her foot

He flew out the door and the door closed.

She decided she was better off living alone)))