There once was a man who lived in a land Filled with riches that could baffle any man. Riches that would grant any wish you could dream even when those dreams would make you scream Twilight gave way to night, it is darker then night A man walks through the woods, drunk and looking for a fight He stumbles across a small little box, beckoning him to open it As dark becomes darkness, the man has a little fit Well, what do I do, he muses, with this magic box? Do I open it and shake it and rub it, set it against some blocks or do I smell it, lick it, taste it and put my finger through the hole? And thus he does, putting his finger through, feeling what seems to be a mole Out from the hole pops a quaint little pussy Rub me hard, get me wet, stick your cock where it's mushy Thrust hard, spread my lips far, penetrate me deep Better make it fun and great, or your dick I will keep. The man made a move, but the box had his dick it grabbed his dick and stuck it through with a stick Early form of piercings, says the box, pleasure intensifies The man cry's out in pain, tears drop as he begins to cry The box starts to eat the mans dick, little by little Just like giving a boy a stick and knife to whittle Till the Box hits the motherload, a load of precious man cum The box is angry now, give me the big mother load, bum The man pushes in his cock as hard as he can, letting out a massive groan The heat intensifies on his cock and suddenly he hears the Box moan A quaint little poof, a sound gone in brief time The man is finished, and so is this rhyme.