There once was a baker of Nottingham, Who in making eclairs would put snot in 'em. When he ran out of snot, He would, like as not, Take his pecker and jack off a shot in 'em. Send this poem to a friend 1 There was a young man of King's Cross, Who amused himself frigging a horse. Then licking the spend Which still dripped from the end, Said, "It tastes just like anchovy sauce." Send this poem to a friend 2 On clinkers his choice often fell, Or clabbered piss brought to a jell. When these palled to his tastes, He tried snot and turd-paste, And found them delicious as well. Send this poem to a friend 3 There is evidence Clinton's largess Has been witnessed and was, we might guess, In the trap of Lewinsky, When pulled out; 'Kaczynski- Dooing, left him a bit of a mess. Send this poem to a friend 4 Stuffing the turkey at Christmas Reminded me of you The melons in the market The pears and peaches too Cracking open Christmas nuts Brought memories of your gentle touch But all the while it hurt so much 'cos I'm still in love with you... Copyright: D. Harvey 1998. Send this poem to a friend 5
