Fellow poets and admirers, what of this un?

I walk bow-legged and I have for years
The ladies blush though it attracts the queers
Sometimes my friends you simply cannot win
But tell me, is this being hung a sin?
I mean, I maybe walk a little funny
But film directors offer me big money
In fact, they’ve come to pay me by the inch
That’s why I’ll never let the zipper pinch.
I’m simply taking care of all my assets.
I may be BIG, but I have many facets.
I play the banjo and my ol’ guitar
And though these things may not be up to par
With that third leg I have between my thighs
(And I admit it’s grown to quite a size)
I’m musical as heck and I can sing
So please won’t you stop starin’ at my thing…?
 
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