Humor: Worst of Fortunes for Friday August 5, 2016
There once was a man from Madras,
Whose balls were made out...There once was a man from Madras,
Whose balls were made out of brass.
When they clanged together,
They played "Stormy Weather",
And lightning shot out of his ass. There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in...There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
His daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
The pair of them went to Manhasset,
(Nan and the man with the asset.)... There was a young blade from South Greece
Whose bush did...There was a young blade from South Greece
Whose bush did so greatly increase
That before he could shack
He must hunt needle in stack.
'Twas as bad as being obese. There was a young lady of Natchez
Who chanced to be born with...There was a young lady of Natchez
Who chanced to be born with two snatches,
And she often said, "Shit!
Why, I'd give either tit
For a man with equipment that matches."
There was a young fellow named Locke
Who was born with... There was a young poet named Dan,
Whose poetry never would...There was a young poet named Dan,
Whose poetry never would scan.
When told this was so,
He said, "Yes, I know,
It's because I try to put every possible syllable into that last line that I can."
Humor: Worst of Fortunes for Friday August 5, 2016
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