Part 5 of 12
   
                    He was great in the Christmas Cantata,
                            
                    He could double-stop fart the Toccata,
                            He'd boom from his ass
                            Bach's B-Minor Mass,
                            
                    And in counterpoint, La Traviata.
                            

                    A studious professor named Nestor
                            
                    Bet a whore all his books he could best her.
                            But she drained out his balls
                            And skipped up the walls,
                            
                    Beseeching poor Nestor to rest her.
                            

It Hurts
             I'm sure you can't imagine
             it's as simple as can be
             the place is very private
             the players are he and she

             She whispers softly it will hurt
             of course not he replied
             It's just a simple proscess
             lay back and close your eyes

             She say's I'm rather frightned
             I've never done this before
             He wanted to continue
             it won't hurt much more

             It's getting rather painfull
             as tears come to her eyes
             it's hurting something awful
             it must be quite a size

             Calm yourself my darling
             the pleasure refolds your sin
             Now open slightly
             so I can fit more in

             Suddenly with a jerk
             she gave a shout
             Now that it's all over with
             He slowly pulled it out

             *Now if you read this carefully
              you will find
              it's not what you think
              it's just your dirty mind

              It is just a visit to the dentist!!!

              Sent by Tamara

There was a young man in Norway, 
               Tried to jerk himself off in a sleigh, 
                    But the air was so frigid 
                    It froze his balls rigid, 
               And all he could come was frappe. 

There was a young dancer, Priscillla, 
               Who flavored her cunt with vanilla. 
                    The taste was so fine, 
                    Men and beasts stood in line, 
               Including a stud armadilla.