There once was a scottsman from skye
Who sat down to pinch his rye
He was taken aback when his outhouse fell back
and lay in his own mess staring at the sky
There once was a scottsman from skye
Who sat down to pinch his rye
He was taken aback when his outhouse fell back
and lay in his own mess staring at the sky
There once was a lady from Reno,
who lost all her cash playing keno,
so she laid on her back,
opened her crack,
and now she owns the casino.
There once was a couple named Pratt
who had triplets named Tom, Tim and Tat.
There was joy in the breeding,
but misery in the feeding
for there was no Tit for Tat.
There once was a man from Peru,
who fell asleep in a canoe,
while dreaming of venus,
he played with his penis,
and woke up with a hand full of goo.
There once was a girl from Madras
Who had such a beautiful ass
It was not round and pink
As you bastards think
But had four legs, a tail and ate grass.
There was a young lady named Bright,
Who travelled much faster than light.
She set out one day,
In a relative way,
And returned the previous night.
There once was a girl named Ann Heiser
Who said "no man could suprise her"
But a fellow named Pabst
Put his Schlitz in her pants
And now she is sadder but wiser
There once was a man from Boston
Who had a little red Austin
It had room for his ass
and a gallon of gas
but his balls hung out and he lost em
There once was a girl from Hoboken
Who claimed her cherry was broken
by riding her bike
Down a cobblestone pike
but it was really broken from pokin
She frowned and called him Mr.
Because he fondly kr.
And so for spite
That very night
That Mr. kr. sr.
"The power of accurate observation is frequently called cynicism by those who don't have it" - George Bernard Shaw
There once was a man named Kent,
Whose dick was so long it was bent,
to save him the trouble,
He'd stuff it in double
and instead of cumming he went
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin, as he wiped off his chin,
If my ear was a cunt I could fuck it!
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind
PRAISE KEK
FATHER OF CHAOS
BRINGER OF DAY
IN THY WEBBED HANDS WE PLACE OUR FAITH
SHADILAY, SHADILAY!
There once was a man from Kodash
who had to ball made of brass
in stormy weather
they clang hard together
and lightning would come out his ass.
There once was a pervert name Tuck
who dream of making love to a buck.
He found a deer who showed no fear
until his dick got stuck.
That was sick niggaOriginally Posted by Helen Keller
What's up my nigga's
There was a young sailor from Brighton
Who said to his girl, you're a tight one,
she replied, oh my soul,
you're in the wrong hole,
there's plenty of room in the right one.
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