There once was a  man from Duluth
Whos prick got shot off in his youth
He fucked with his nose
His fingers and toes
And came through the hole in his tooth
Rude Poems
There was a man from Rangoon
Who was born five months too soon
By his shitty luck
He wasnt born by a fuck
But scraped off the sheet with a spoon
There was a young lady from France
Who got on the bus in a trance
Everyone fucked her
Apart from the conductor
But he came twice in his pants
There once was a man named Mort
Whos dick was incredibly short
When he climed into bed
His lady friend said
Thats not a dick its a wart
There once was a young man named Lanny
The size of his prick was uncanny
His wife the poor old dear
Took it in her ear
And it came out of the hole in her fanny
In days of old
When knights were bold
And condoms werent invented
They tied a sock
Around there cock
And babies were prevented
Hickory dickory dock
Two mice ran up the clock
One came down
His bum was brown
And so was the other ones cock
Mary had a little bike
She rode it back to front
And every time she pulled the brake
The seat went up her cunt
Old mother hubard
Went to the cupboard
To give her poor dog a bone
When she bent over
Rover took over
And gave her a bone of his own
There was a young vampire called mable
Whose periods were always quite stable
At every full moon
She took out a spoon
And drank her under the table
There was a young man from Nantucket
Whose cock was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin
As he whiped off his chin
If my ear were a cunt id fuck it
There once was a man named Ray
Who fashioned a cunt out of clay
But the heat of his prick
Turned the clay into brick
And tore all his foreskin away
There once was a man from Bombay
Who ate gallons of beans each day
He farted so loud
He attracted a crowd
But the smell made them run away
Jack and Jill went up the hill
And planned to do some kissing
Jack madea pass
And grabbed her ass
And now two of his teeth are missing
Hickory dickory clock
Some chick was sucking my cock
The clock struck two
I blew my goo
And dropped the bitch off at the next block
Mary had a little sheep
And with the sheep she went to sleep
The sheep turned out to be a lamb
And nows shes got a little lamb
I like em in frills
I like em in lace
But i like ems best
When there on me face
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