A young couple who’s love sadly soured
when he one night found himself devoured
he was drunk he insists
after penis and fists
found himself rather anally deflowered
And mostly just why the hell not
A young couple who’s love sadly soured
when he one night found himself devoured
he was drunk he insists
after penis and fists
found himself rather anally deflowered
Psst. Yeah you. Over here…
Once a POTUS most surely deranged
gropes your wife, says the climates not changed
migrant hordes on the way
they’ll be here any day
and that Clinton’s quite clearly to blame
Nearly Friday people!
Once a man with quite bad diabetes
could not resist cake, chocs or sweeties
With abandon he’d feast
till his piss smelled like yeast
and he lost all the toes from his feeties
I have no idea if ones piss smells like yeast if one is diabetic I just rathee renjoyed the line…
But it does mention other beastly things
A young couple with dreams and such hope
Went to shit ‘cos of booze, sex and dope
He would drink, shit the bed
so she’d hump his mate Ted
and would pop round next door for a grope
Best I got today I’m afraid
Once a man, quite incredibly fat
rather lonely got himself a cat
but one day when it slept
he sat down, and then wept
as the poor little bugger went splat
Let me count the ways.
Evil cross dressing grocer with candy
would lure kids to his van dressed as Mandy
Now he’s used by the felons
who adore his plump melons
and abuse him each night, ain’t that dandy
Mmmm delish!
On a health kick this bloke from Mauritius
drank his own sperm, claimed it was nutritious
and so good for his skin
and it kept him quite thin
milked himself three times daily, delicious
Hey it’s nearly the weekend!
There’s this fellow who get’s most excited
in his trousers, his loins quite ignited
by the arches and heels
at the sight how he squeals
runs his tongue ‘twixt the toes quite delighted
Yes you. You know what you did.
Once a lass from the south of the Andes
got aroused on a couple of shandies
when on wine, lust devine
glass of port, 69
and my god what she’d do when on brandy’s
Sweet sweet middle of the week
Once a vet who her work loved intensely
got quite heated, loved gerbils immensely
hamsters so made her sweat
guinea pigs made her wet
and with rabbits gets quite over friendly
Never been a big fan of Tuesday I’ll be honest.
A posh fellow, high class and good breeding
Found himself with dark thoughts and much needing
Gets his kicks, such a treat
watching fat ladies eat
Get’s him really quite hot when he’s feeding
Nothing weird or dirty. Hmm actually it’s pretty rubbish because of that.
Once a fellow who so dreaded Monday
as twas nowhere as much fun as Sunday
against Friday it pailed
next to Saturday failed
even Tuesday was way better fun day.
Hmm that is pants so here’s another.
Once a cardinal, proud of his choir
found the lads set his loins quite on fire
he could just not resist
when his large ring they kissed
how his mind swam with sinful desire
Just because you like them.
There once was a vicar from Chester
who would wear a long yellow sowester
not much else underneath
save perhaps a small brief
made it easier when out to molest ya
Already had one? Go on try another 😉
Once a colonel who really loved chicken
went too far, well beyond finger lickin’
Their pale flesh he’d caress
juicy things, plump firm breasts
and you know what inside he was sticking
I mean if that’s your thing you know,…

Once a lass with a cavernous vagina
proclaimed there was none sweeter nor finer
went in search of a beau
made a smart choice you know
now shacked with a talented miner
Oh you poor thing
Heard you’re under the weather and wheezy
and your bottom is really quite breezy
and you’re head’s thick and snotty
and your breath’s pretty grotty
lots of fluids and rest, take it easy
Close those curtains…
Neath the paint and the smiles, sadness deep
When the lights they go out they do creep
At the window stare in
with maniacal grin
cut you up in your bed as you sleep
How about another perhaps…
Tell the children it’s fine, not to fear
that you’ve checked and there’s just nothing here
but when you turn your back
they emerge from the black
and from under the bed they appear
Might as well as commit fully to a dirty Saturday.
That’ll never fit
Measurements seem to confirm
yet seems insistent

Eventually I decided to use Nantucket and just as god intended it to be used though I took a slightly less easy route and avoided the obvious. Kinda. Sort of.
Nympho cum craving lass from Nantucket
had a craving to ride, stroke or pluck it
and by Friday she ached
how she quivered and shaked
but by Sunday she’d filled half a bucket
another perhaps…
In the night you hear scratching and grating
there’s a knock at the door you lie waiting
As you lie ‘neath the sheets
there’s a tug at your feet
you look up and she’s there, dead eyes hating
another perhaps…
Every night around midnight with dread
dark things scuttle and dart ‘neath the bed
a young child with dead eyes
cackles whispers and sighs
and then screams. chills your soul as he’s dead
I know…
A fine fellow of good reputation
met a comely young lass at the station
dark intentions revealed
in the tunnel she squealed
“Choo choo baby” with wild exclaimation
Explosive indeed
past it’s sell by date
nature will not be denied
well it smelled okay

How’s it looking out there then?
Once this lass met this redneck called Ted
Who she caught with his father in bed
she was not one to judge
Let alone bear a grudge
So shacked up with his mother instead