Morning Wood

Morning wood, morning wood you wake me with glee for what I thought was a boner I only had to pee.
Morning wood, morning wood I stretch and you say hi I get too close and you spit in my eye.
Morning wood, morning wood I squeeze you so tight for all the vodka i drank i coulden't wake you up last night.
Morning wood, morning wood where did you go your fast asleep I shouldn't have snotred that blow.
Morning wood, morning wood you are my bro even in the times that my hand says no.
Morning wood, morning wood what else can I say this poem is over lets hit the hay.