There are many things I know about my chodeling Ho She loves my knobby knees and how they shiver so. She sings to them at night She sings to them of Seas that my clammy chodeling swam to behold my ghastly knees. She rocks them back and forth and feeds them with her poon She's my bivalve, of this I'm sure with pearls that mock the moon. She's my chodeling when I'm drunk She's my nipple when I'm ill My choder is the loveliest, but there's times when she's a pill. She's my chodeling yeah, yeah. She's my choder in g-string She rode my knees until they needed Arthroscopic surgery. She's my choder, yeah, yeah... She's my chode.