Behold his grin! That impish smirk
As he sets to his favoured work
His pencil dances lustfully
Depicts the where he wish' to be
Quite vulgar, still with lines so fine
Anatomy thus intertwine
He then lets out a longing groan
"Much shapelier than is my own!
Though joyful I to paper set -
The forms like which I'll never get."
Thus, in his work he yet persist
This lonesome little Phallicist
And upon his artful craft so vile
He pray there may yet beam a smile
For one cannot here help but see
That in this licentious menagerie
They claw and thrust and rod and pull
Until they had a belly full
The products of his filthy mind
Here revealed for those inclined
So gorge thy self on pricks galore
He'll draw them up for evermore
And I hope, dear reader, you will concur
Tis' well, for thine humble Pornographer

Thus written will be on my epitaph
With all my thanks and best regards

Thine:
Sir. Walter Spencer Dashwood

And of cause apologies (as all self styled poets ought to utter more often.)