Humor: Worst of Fortunes for Thursday January 23, 2014
There was a young fellow named Price
Who dabbled in all sorts...There was a young fellow named Price
Who dabbled in all sorts of vice.
He had virgins and boys
And mechanical toys,
And on Mondays... he meddled with mice! There was a young girl who begat
Three brats, by name Nat, Pat,...There was a young girl who begat
Three brats, by name Nat, Pat, and Tat.
It was fun in the breeding,
But hell in the feeding,
When she found there was no tit for Tat. There was a young man from Rangoon
Who used to lament 'neath...There was a young man from Rangoon
Who used to lament 'neath the moon
That he had the luck
To be born of a fuck
That was scraped off the sheets with a spoon. There was a young man from St. Paul's
Who read "Harper's...There was a young man from St. Paul's
Who read "Harper's Bazaar" and "McCall's"
Till he grew such a passion
For feminine fashion
That he knitted a snood for his balls. There was a young man in the choir
Whose penis rose higher...There was a young man in the choir
Whose penis rose higher and higher,
Till it reached such a height
It was quite out of sight --
But of course you know I'm a liar.
Humor: Worst of Fortunes for Thursday January 23, 2014
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