There once was a 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 once was an altar boy from Crewe
There once was an altar boy from Crewe,
Who remarked as the vicar withdrew,
“The Bishop was quicker,
And thicker and slicker,
And two inches longer than you.”
There once was a girl from Nantucket
There once was a girl from Nantucket.
Her boyfriend was about to up-chuck it.
she said with a grin,
wipe that cum from your chin.
I told you it’s my job to suck it!
There was a young fellow from Sparta
There was a young fellow from Sparta.
A really magnificent farter.
On the strength of one bean
He’d fart “God Save the Queen”,
And Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
“I’ve some great news fro you, Mrs. Smith.”
“I’ve some great news for you, Mrs. Smith.”
Her pregnancy showed to Doc Prith.
“It’s not a Mrs., you know.
I divorced long ago.”
“Then I’ve some bad news now, Miss Smith…”
There once was a man from Winsocket
There once was a man from Winsocket,
Who rode down the street on a rocket.
The force of the blast
blew his balls up his ass,
And his pecker was found in his pocket.
The last time I dined with the King
The last time I dined with the King
He did a most curious thing.
He sat on a stool,
Took out his tool,
And said, “If I play will you sing?”
There was a young man from Saint Paul
There was a young man from Saint Paul
Who went to a masquerade ball.
Just for a stunt
He went dressed as a cunt,
And was fucked by a dog in the hall.
Since a stage-struck massage girl named Hart
Since a stage-struck massage girl named Hart
Knows directors who sample her art,
She’s aware what controls
The assignment of roles
Is a good working grasp of the part.
There was once a man from Kent
There was once a man from Kent
Whose tool was so long that it bent
To save him the trouble
He put it in the double
And instead of coming he went.