True Stories but Grossly Truncated
There once was a man who was purple (world's hardest limerick coming up...)
Who's favourite pet was a gerbil
In a state of rage
He got up on stage
If I don't shoot you Wyatt Earp'll
There once was a wiley old fox
Who liked to steal young ladies' socks
He give them a sniff
Whilst jerking his quiff
As his vixen would fondle her box
I once bonked the man in the moon
On page four of my fav'rite cartoon
And Donald and Mickey
Were taking a sicky
And the dish went and buggered the spoon
I once tried to e-mail the Queen
A description of my teeny peen
So the minister of smut
Suggested my butt
Should be drawn and quartered (how mean)
I hear you married your cousin
It sure caused a whole lotta fussin'
You both have swell genes
You know what that means?
The mutant you bear will be cussin'
Have you heard of the girl with one breast?
It sat smack in the center of her chest
When buying a bra
She'd look at her flaw
And admire how it pointed due 'West'.
Whenever I feel like a shag
I purchase a small paper bag
And call to the girls:
Look inside, you'll find pearls
But instead they find my bald stag
I find, if I stand in a stream
Of urine and heavy whipped cream
I'm oddly ecstatic
And slightly orgasmic
Thinking it is some kind of dream
Contributors: | hercules, N, K8, Karen, F, Anon., Randy, Beefy, snood, archaeopteryx, smrtypnts. |
Poem finished: | 18th August 2003. |