There once was a fellow, quite the sight, with features so sharp, a dazzling light.
He fed a poor soul, a piss so sweet, oh what a scene, what a conceit.
With careful precision, a straw he’d insert, as if performing a magical expert.
The drinker leaned in, with hopeful eyes, a picture of longing, no need to disguise.
The feeder, so handsome, a heartthrob galore, while the drinker grew weaker, craving more.
A comical duo, like no other seen, a moment of subservience straight from his pee.
