Like an ancient monument of fear I tickled the belly of a green giant Flicking sand over its biceps as it Threatened to crush my balls. Laughing produced a gas of innate stink Overpowering the sensual aspect of my body Feeling revulsed I opened my briefcase And took out a small tweezer set Screaming in anticipation of pain the Green Giant fled arms akimbo out of the room With me in full chase Come back oh man of the mighty moon