Just think of dick as pussy on a stick.

Not so fast, my pussy-visaged friend!

Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking there, pussypussy plunderpussy.

I have a little pussy,/ And her coat is silver-gray;/ She lives in a great wide meadow/ And she never runs away./ She always is a pussy,/ She'll never be a cat./Because--she's a pussy willow!/Now what do you think of that.

A woman's power source is from the pussy.

Quilty grimaces. “I don’t like what comes after ‘dicker.’ ” “What is that?” Quilty sighs. “Dickest. I mean, really: it’s not a contest!