A Short Poem

I got the idea to write a poem about futas, so tired and horny, I set to work. It's not perfect, I couldn't make everything rhyme right, and it's lacking in length, but I think it gets the point across. I hope you guys like it.

There once was a small family of three,

Living in the small town of Glee,

The members seemed normal, though a bit crude,

A mom, a son, and a half-dude,

Though you'd never guess the third one,

Unless you caught him out on a run,

He was born with a special gift,

A sizeable pole and a damp rift,

Not to mention two healthy mounds,

Most people underestimated his pounds,

Very few saw his cock and snatch,

But they were a very gifted batch,

For underneath his feminine appearance,

There was something darker that rarely gave clearance,

The power to change, to transform,

An effect that could not be reformed,

Shoot into the rectum, the body changes,

Rub upon the prostate, the structure rearranges,

Under the effects, a woman would say,

IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE JUST BLEW UP MY VAGINA,

Under its effects, a man would say,

Where did this itch come from,

While the half-dude would sit content,

Knowing his species could properly repent,

For their own self-extinction,

By adapting the population.