A mathematician named Hall|
Has a hexahedronical ball.
And the cube of its weight
Times his pecker's, plus eight
Is his phone number, give him a call.
There was an old man from Australia|
Who painted his arse like a dahlia.
The colors were fine,
Likewise the design,
The aroma, alas, was a failure.
The sea captain's tender young bride|
Fell in the sea at low tide.
You could tell by her squeals
That one of the eels
Had found a dark little place to hide.
There once was a priest from Birmingham|
Who buggered three maids while confirming 'em.
While praying to God,
He excited his rod
And ended up putting his sperm in 'em.
There once was a girl named Beth Berman|
Who liked to drink everyone's sperm in.
She said, with a pout,
"This tastes like sauerkraut.
Are you sure that you aren't a German?"
There once was a man from Brewster|
Who said to his wife as he goosed her,
"It used to be grand,
But just look at my hand;
You ain't wipin as clean as you used ta."
There once was a man from Kent|
Whose cock was so long it was bent.
To stay out of trouble,
He stuck it in double,
And instead of coming, he went.
There once was a young man named Springer|
Who got his testicles caught in the wringer.
He hollered with pain,
As they rolled down the drain,
"There goes my career as a singer."
There was this lady from Niger,|
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger.
They returned from the ride,
With the lady inside
And the smile on the face of the tiger.
There once was a woman from Reno|
Who lost all her money at keno.
She laid on her back,
And opened her crack,
And now she owns the casino.