Vote for the poem that you
really like by checking a box next to it. Then press the VOTE
button to submit your votes.
There was a gay parson of Tooting
Whose roe he was frequently shooting,
Till he married a lass
With a face like my ass,
And a cunt you could put a top-boot in.
Send this poem to a friend 1
Thank God for the Duchess of Gloucester,
She obliges all who accost her.
She welcomes the prick
Of Tom, Harry, or Dick,
Or Baldwin, or even Lord Astor.
Send this poem to a friend 2
Have you heard of the Widow O'Riley
Who esteemed her late husband so highly
That in spite of the scandal,
Her umbrella handle
Was made of his membrum virile.
Send this poem to a friend 3 There was an old hag named Le Sueur
Who just was an out-and-out whore.
Between her big tits
You could come for two bits,
And she'd fuck in any old sewer.
Send this poem to a friend 4 There was a young fellow named Bowen
Whose pecker kept growin' and growin'.
It grew so tremendous,
So long and so pendulous,
'Twas no good for fuckin'---just showin'.
Send this poem to a friend 5