A chap down in Old Oklahoma
Had a cock that could sing La Paloma,
But the sweetness of pitch
Couldn't put off the hitch
Caused by impotence, size and aroma.
There once was a hermit named Dave
Who kept a dead whore in a cave
She had only one tit
And smelled like shit
But look at the bucks he did save!
There was an old harlot of Wick
Who was sucking a coal-heaver's prick.
She said, "I don't mind
All the coal dust and grime,
But the smell of your balls makes me sick."
Sorry for the near-rhyme of L3-4. Blame the unknown author.
Sorry about the smell of my dead whore, but it's too expensive to get a live one.
ReplyDeleteI've actually heard that one before, but I've heard it as:
There once was a hermit named Dave
Who kept a dead whore in a cave
Now I've got to admit
That she smelled like shit
But think of the money he'd save.