A witches curse

A curse upon a licentious sod
Who clearly did her wrong
To one sweet witch who spread her curse
And felt it should belong
Unrestrained and promiscuous
Showing disregard
For her and her heartfelt tendencies
So when he got his hard
On, the said man’s penis
Which should ache when love he made
She was clearly sweeter
Than I am and so to aid
A maiden in distress
My curse really Now laid
Each time he pissed
The agony was strong
And would not fade

This curse would be more powerful
Designed to bring him grief
When men lack true conviction
For me its my belief
She apparently still loved him
Deep down in her soul
But I am here to counter
And remind him
What a troll (he was)

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