Why, oh why, does this happen to me? How did I end up stuck in this tree? The ground down below looks so far away, That if I would fall it would take me all day To hit the ground, with a thud and a thunk. And knowing my luck I'd land on a skunk. So here I will sit 'til my dying day. Or maybe, at least, 'til that bear goes away.
There was a young man from Aberdeen Who invented a jerking machine. On the twenty-fifth stroke The goddamn thing broke And beat his balls into a cream.
There was a young lady named Rose Who'd occasionally straddle a hose, And parade about squirting And spouting and spurting, Pretending she pissed like her beaux She was seen by her cousin named Anne, Who improved the original plan. She said, "My dear Rose, In this lowly old hose Are all the best parts of a man." So, avoiding the crude and sadistic, She frigged in a manner artistic: At the height of her pleasure She turned up the pressure, And cried, "Ain't it grand and realistic!" They soon told the Duchess of Fyfe, And her crony, the alderman's wife; And they found it so pleasing, And tickling and teasing That they washed men right out of their life. It was tried by the great Mrs. Biddle, And she said to her husband, "Go fiddle! Here's double the fun, And you get three in one--- A ducking, a douche, and a diddle." It was tried by the dancer, Di Basle, Whose cunt was just made for a nozzle. She said, "I admit It's an elegant fit, But of course it won't do for the arse 'ole." It was tried by the Duchess of Porter, And passed on by her to her daughter, Who said, "With a leman You're fearful of semen, But a fuck's as effective with water." Thus writes Lady Vanderbilt-Horsett, Who invented the Lonely-Maid Corset: "I thought all vicarious Fucking precarious. I was wrong. It's a whiz. I endorse it. Soon in Paris, on the Boulevard Salique, You sould purchase (complet avec talic, Pour soixante francs cinq) A short hose and a tank, And they call it Le Fuckeur Hydraulique.
A depraved old Jew from Estretto Buggered every young man in the ghetto. He once had his hose in A musician, composing, Who said: "Not so slow---allegretto!" (Yeah, I know it's nasty...)
There was a young lady of Dover Whose passion was such that it drove her To cry, when you came, "Oh dear! What a shame! Well, now we shall have to start over."
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