Epigram

There was this gym-teacher
Who took his chance while giving
A lesson to a smooth lad —
He whisked him over his knee, and started
Doing his press-ups there right up him, hand
Working his balls. At which moment the father
Comes looking for his son; the gym-teacher
Throws the boy flat on his back,
Leaps on top and grips him tight round the neck.
Father knows a thing or two about wrestling
And says, " Easy, please! You'll have it right off."
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