|Sun 7th Sep '03 10:47PM
|7th Apr '03
| Well, I enjoyed it.
It doesn't scan and there are too many lines, but it contains a useful moral message.
My dorky ex-roommate Pierre
Once fell asleep in my chair
I pulled out my unit
Proceeded to tune it
And fired my load in his hair
I'm told of a Bishop of Birmingham,
Who buggered young boys while confirming them,
To roars of applause,
He tore down their drawers,
And pumped the episcopal sperm in 'em.
There once was a lady from Nizus,
Who had breasts of two different sizes,
One was small,
and round like a ball
And the other was big and won prizes
Said a woman with open delight,
My pubic hair's perfectly white.
I admit there's a glare,
But the fellows don't care
They locate it more quickly at night.
There once was a young man from Sparta,
Who was an incredible farter.
At the strength of one bean,
He'd play "God Save the Queen",
And Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata".