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A beautiful lady named Psyche
Is loved by a fellow named Ikey.
One thing about Ike
The lady can't like
Is his prick, which is dreadfully spikey.
Send this poem to a friend 1 There was a young fellow named Paul
Who confessed, "I have only one ball.
But the size of my prick
Is God's dirtiest trick,
For my girls always ask, 'Is that all?'"
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Twas the night before christmas and all through the house,
everybody was stoned, even a mouse.
The stockings were stuffed with pretzels and beer,
and a big rubber dick for my brother the queer.
The children were wrestling quietly in bed,
with sexy visions of masterbating in their heads.
All of sudden there came such a clatter,
I jumped off my wife's back to see what was the matter.
He came down the chimney like a bat out of hell,
from the sound of the crash i knew the fat motherfucker fell.
He snapped to his feet in a sudden flash,
he forgot to cover the crack of his ass.
He showed me the bird from his stubby little hands,
then he whipped out his box of sex toys and giant rubber bands.
All were thrown on the Tree at the same time,
He jumped with the fucking clock chimed.
He flew up the chimney just as fast as he came down,
I could tell he was some kind of professional clown.
He whipped dasher, dancer, and prancer, and vixon,
He kicked comit, cupid, donder and blitzen.
He shrieked loudly into the pale midnight,
Piss on all of you, and have a hell of a night!
Sent by Rob
Send this poem to a friend 3 Seven wise men with knoweldge so fine,
Created a pussy to their design.
First was a butcher, smart and with,
Using a knife, he gave it a slit.
Second was a carpenter, strong and bold,
Using a hammer and chissel, he gave it a hole.
Third was a tailor, tall and thin,
With a piece of red velvet, he lines it within.
Fourth was a hunter, short and stout,
With a piece of fox fur, he lined it without.
Fifth was a fisherman nasty as hell,
He threw in a fish, and gave it a smell.
Next came a pretcher whose name was McGee,
Touched it and blessed it and said it could pee.
Last came a biker, dirty little nut,
Sucked it and fucked it and called it a cunt.
Sent by Christine
Send this poem to a friend 4 THERE ONCE WAS A RULER CALLED "SLICK"
THAT COULD'NT TAKE CONTROL OF HIS DICK
HIS LIFE BECAME A MESS
BECAUSE OF A DRESS
AND THE BUS FULL OF INTERNS TAKE SICK.
Sent by Matthew
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