Notorious C.L.I.T.

Down here I sat alone,

Til you were 20 years old,

When you finally decided to find me.

All was well,

Until a man from hell,

Reached down to have a swing.

Shocked and confused,

A little unamused,

Have I really been forgotten?

Some men don't know,

But should've been told,

We don't always need a rocket.