He Shou Wu

In the silence of a forest in the year 812 A.D.
There a Chinese man lay sleeping underneath its canopy,
Old and drunk and sterile he thought life nearly at its end
With nothing to extend.

Then when he awakened he espied a curiosity,
The long and luscious tendrils of a plant the world had yet to see,
So he harvested some and prepared an aromatic brew
To see what it could do.

His virility restored, boffing maidens right and left,
He proved so irresistible to mount upon their mossy cleft
That little Chinese dumplings followed, followed merrily along
The Dynasty of Dong.

With this aphrodisiac, it’s going to turn his hair to black,
And with this rod between his legs, he’s going to fertilize some eggs,
As soon as he turns back the clock, he’s ready to turn up the cock,
This erotic Disneyland is much more than he once had planned.

He Shou Wu
Bracing brew
Give someone the strength of two. . .
Take a chance
With magic plants
Make your “cans” defeat your “can’ts”