Thanx silver, it's easy to write poems when I have such beauty to write about. Here's one for you DeNiro.
Muscles are as muscles do,
DeNiro pumps them trite and true.
Always on top of his pimping game,
Lock up you daughters, wives, and cousin Jane.
Shake it up baby, twist and shout.
For you surely will when he whips it out.
His trouser muscle will conquer Earth,
drink some whiskey and then give birth.
Watch out folks, cuz he's coming on strong.
DeNiro in the house and his big ol' dong.