The Wand Of Wandering Female Lust

It spent it’s life,
in one of two places.
The drawer or the hole,
he never knew which would be the one.
He was the lady’s friend,
a boyfriend who never complained.
He was always ready to do the job.
To give pleasure,
as long as his batteries were high.
He was known to his lady,
as the Wand of Lust.
After a night of heavy foreplay,
he decided it best to leave.
“I’ve grown tired of this existence,” said he,
“and of the name she has given me.”
So set off he did,
and sprouted some legs,
off he did go.
Now it may seem strange,
that a dildo sprung legs,
but that’s what he did,
so don’t question my sense.
Out into the world he went,
in search of women he knew not,
but felt he would be liked.
The first he came to was the unkindly kind,
abusing and hurting him,
putting him where he didn’t belong.
So off he went again,
in search of new friends.
The next he came,
why, she was definitely strange.
She would use him,
then suck him,
puzzling him great.
“Truly an odd one,” thought he,
“One day she’ll chip her teeth and I’ll be to blame.”
So off again he went.
The third he found,
he definitely found strange.
She’d never put him in,
only rub him all around.
This annoyed him greatly,
as he liked to play,
but not quite so much.
And again he left,
hoping to find another one new.
Search far and wide he did,
but never did a forth one come.
His batteries now low,
he longed to return home.
Sitting in an alley,
a man did find he.
Who cleaned him up,
and put him on a store shelf.
He decided his days as friend to females to be over,
“So here I’ll stay,” he decided.
He deemed it a must.
And this ends the ballad,
of the Wandering Wand of Female Lust.