Just A Hog
There once was a pervert named Mick
Who often would use his dipstick
Not the one in his car
but the one in his jar
Caused his wife had just pickled his dick.
Old Mick had himself a pet hog
more usefull, he found, than a dog
Cause a hog has a hole
and will easily roll
Over in the clover for a snog
Now think about this for a sec
Mick had a gargantuan neck
The better to goose with
And tie up a noose with
Old Mick sure had a stacked deck
So a pickle, a hog, and old Mick
Had a picnic with old Mick's big dick
That voluptuous pig
stopped to light up a cig
Then the pig lighted up old Mick's whick
Luckily the Cops were near by
to put that sow back in her sty
With the sweetest "Come Hither!"
She coaxed them back with her
And left Mick's toasted pickle to fry.
Now the moral of this sorry tale
We will dispense before it becomes stale
If your a dirty old perv
With a pickle to serve
Find a sow cause a hog is a male!
Contributors: | Randy, F, Anon., Jon Day. |
Poem finished: | 21st October 2003 by Anon.. |