There was a young plumber of Leigh
Who was plumbing a girl by the sea
Said she, "Stop your plumbing,
There`s somebody coming!..."
Said he, "Yes I know, love, it's me."
Said a woman with open delight,
“My pubic hair’s perfectly white.
I admit there’s a glare
But the fellows don’t care
They can find it more quickly at night.”
A pansy who lived in Khartoum
Took a lesbian up to his room
They argued all night
Over who had the right
To do what, and with which, and to whom.
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