Chaste

Crappest topiary man
I am,
I don't go back
to round off
sharp edges,
I'm hanging
from window ledges
Pants
 round ankles
Rankled,
underpants
left behind.
Fruit hanging,
no dispute,
about the size
of the prize
in my birthday suit
Pledging
to never again,
effectively
refrain,
from diving in,
swimming
 in,
this knee deep pool,
no longer drool,
of attractive,
married
women.