Epididymitis--Boy!

    
   "Epididymitis--Boy!"
   
Epididymitis, let me basically tell ya boy:
"Outlawed Elephantiasis of the scrotal sac Mr. Rob Roy."
Indeed, like mercurially hit tennis balls in the abdomen punching,
Making you hate the corporeal cruel of exercise-styled running;
Hence, as if Kerouac, you must get on the road to the physician, thumbing,
Not eating the naked lunch of Burroughs, which to the strait-laced is mind-numbing.