>A fellow from Bangor I met
Had a shirt that was soaked through with sweat
As he’d been on the run
From a priest and a nun
And a Bishop whos wife he got wet
>A lady with bosoms aplenty
Proved a hit with the men of the gentry
They succumbed to her wiles
And her winks and her smiles
But to church she was oft refused entry
>A chap met a lass in a bush
Passion and lust what a rush
Pulses raced what a thrill
As they rolled on the hill
Until doctor confirmed he had thrush
>A wife bored at home with burst pipe
Hastily scrubbed with a wipe
As the plumber quite handy
Made her head swim like brandy
She was ready for plucking, quite ripe
>Please do not show these words to the wife
I really do not want the strife
“A grown man should man should know better,
your kids cold read this letter…
writing slightly rude rhymes, get a life!”
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