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The
new cinematic emporium,
Is not just a super sensorium,
But a highly effectual,
Heterosexual,
Mutual masterbatorium
An
Eskimo on his vactaion,
Took a night off to succumb to temptation.
'Ere the night was half through,
The Eskimo was, too,
For their nights are of six month's duration
There
was once a girl named Ann Heiser,
Who claimed no man could surprise her,
But Pabst took a chance,
Found Schlitz in her pants,
And now she is sadder Budweiser
There
once was a couple named Kelly,
Who once got stuck belly to belly,
Because in their haste,
They used library paste,
Instead of petroleum jelly
A
Scotsman who lived by the Loch,
Had holes down the length of his cock,
When he got an erection,
He would play a selection,
From Johann Sebastian Bach
There
was a young woman of Croft,
Who played with herself in a loft,
Having reasoned that candles,
Could never cause scandals,
Besides which they did not go soft
An
ambitious gay boy from Khartoum,
Took a lesbian up to his room,
They argued all night,
Over who had the right,
To do what, with which, and to whom
A
buxom young lassie named Snow,
When approached by a dwarf for a blow,
Replied: "I have pride,
Your request is denied,
I could never, Sir, stoop quite so low!"
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A
habit both vile and unsavory,
Kept the Bishop of London in slavery,
With lecherous howls,
He deflowered owls,
That he kept in an underground aviary
There
was a young sailor named Bates,
Who danced the fandango on skates,
He fell on his cutlass,
Which rendered him nutless,
And practically useless on dates
There
was a young girl who begat,
Three brats, called Nat, Pat and Tat,
It was fun in the breeding,
But hell in the feeding,
When she found she had no tit for Tat
"In
Boston," said Jane, "it makes sense
to go for the specialty; hence
I've come to get scrod."
And her friend said, "That's odd,
You've used the past pluperfect tense."
There
was a young lady named Alice,
Who used dynamite for a phallus,
They found her vagina,
In North Carolina,
Here arsehole in Buckingham Palace
There
was a young man from Australia,
Who went on a wild bacchanalia,
He buggered a frog,
Two mice and a dog,
And a bishop in fullest regalia
There was a young
lady from Maine,
Who enjoyed copulating on a train,
Not once, I maintain,
But again and again,
And again and again and again!
A
fellow named McSweeney,
Once spilled some gin on his weenie,
Now just to be couth,
He added vermouth,
And slipped his girl a martini
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