There once was a fag of Khartoom
Who spent the night in...There once was a fag of Khartoom
Who spent the night in a Lesbians room.
They argued all night,
Over who had the right,
To do what, and with which, and to whom.
There once was a man named McSweeny
Who spilled some raw gin...There once was a man named McSweeny
Who spilled some raw gin on his weeny.
Just to be couth,
He added vermouth,
And slipped his girlfriend a martini.
There was an old lady of Kewry
Whose cunt was a `lusus...There was an old lady of Kewry
Whose cunt was a `lusus naturae':
The `introitus vaginae',
Was unnaturally tiny,
And the thought of it filled her with fury.
In case of doubt, make it sound convincing.In case of doubt, make it sound convincing.
The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt.
--...The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt.
-- William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lost"
The notes blatted skyward as they rose over the Canada geese,...The notes blatted skyward as they rose over the Canada geese, feathered
rumps mooning the day, webbed appendages frantically pedaling unseen
bicycles in their search for sustenance, driven by cruel Nature's maxim,
'Ya wanna eat, ya gotta work,' and...