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Whose balls were of differing sizes
One ball was small
And of no use at all
The other so large it won prizes
There was a young man from Havana
who loved to play the piana
off his pedals he slipped
his flies unzipped
and out popped a hairy banana
There was a young curate named Bings
Who was fond of the church and such things
But his secret desire
Was a boy in the choir
With a bottom like jelly on springs
Made love several times in a Hansom
When she clamoured for more
Came a voice from the floor
”The name, ma’am, is Simpson not Samson’
There was a young man named Gandhi
Who went to the bar for a shandy
With his great loin cloth
He wiped off the froth
And the barman said "Blimey, that's handy"!
There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
Bit of trading feedback here.
Mary had a little skirt
with slits right up both sides
every time she crossed her legs
the boys could see her thighs
Mary had another skirt
with a slit right up the front
she didn't wear that one...
Whose balls were 2 different sized
One ball was small
Twas no ball at all
And the other was huge and won prizes
Mary had a little blouse,
all full of holes and splits
and every time she wore it
the boys could see her t*ts.
Humurous, but proper manky.
There was a young woman from York
Who suffered from eating some pork
Cos it gave her the shits
So he plugged up her bum with a cork!
(my literary career has yet to take off…)
she tied it to a pylon
10,000 volts shot up its arse
and turned its wool to nylon.
Remember, it's easier to criticise than create!