So here was this fellow from Strensall, Whose pecker was shaped like a pencil, Anemic, 'tis true, But an interesting screw, Inasmuch as the tip is prehensile.
Modern Love Poem A Trite Redundant Poem With a Laughable Excuse For a Structure Addressed To Absolutely No One in Particular and Whose Only Redeeming Value is That It's Short a.k.a. A Modern Love Poem My dearest darling with long dark hair and eyes azure, My love for you is eternal, tried, and sure. I stare into the infinite depths of your eyes, But I often find my gaze directed at your thighs. Everyone appreciates your unsurpassed beauty and grace, Your perfect supple form and enchanting face. Some say beauty is fleeting, and boy do I agree. Your personality sucks, so when you're 40, with you I will not be. My sweet, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways... One...uh...one...hmm...number one...gimme a chance... how about the way your body sways? Let me once more restate my love for you. 65% of the time, to you I'm true. There is no other woman with whom I lay, At least, not at this particular time of day. My dear, you're absolutely the best. How 'bout accompanying me to the next Centralfest? (That is, unless I don't have another date) The events that brought us together must have been fate. I love you, I love you, I love you. You're the greatest, Jenny, I mean Cherry, I mean Sue.
An agreeable girl named Miss Doves Likes to jack off the young men she loves. She will use her bare fist If the fellows insist But she really prefers to wear gloves.
There was a young fellow of Kent Whose prick was so long it was bent, So to save himself trouble He put it in double, And instead of coming he went.
There was a young lady of Sturky Who had an affair with a darkie. The results of their sins Were quadruplets, not twins, One black, and two white, and one khaki.
