Tag: no laughing matter

A young Catholic greengrocer from Brest

At confession got stuff off his chest

“I put fruit up my bum,

mangos, strawberries and plum,

massive eggplants and swedes,” he confessed.

Once a secretly scorned wife called Brenda

Bought a strap on, a thick double-ender

Her chap wailed and protested

As his arse, she molested

Packed him off, walking odd and quite tender