There was a young lady named Ransom Who was rogered three times in a hansom. When she cried out for more A voice from the floor Said, "My name is Simpson, not Sampson!"
There was a young fellow named Rummy Who delighted in whipping his dummy. He played pocket pool With his happy old tool Till his shorts and his pants were all cummy
It was under the old apple tree That she first showed it to me. It was ever so hot, It was shaped like a slot, But it looked like a subway to me. With a twinlke so full in her eye, She craftily mangled my fly. Out popped a tool That was long as a rule And she sank to her knees with a sigh. She proceeded to lube up my tool With lots of her natural drool. My knees gave a shake, My breath hard to make, And my tool throbbed away like a fool. With a magnificent shake of her head, She threw me down onto the bed. The apples so round, The leaves on the ground Made my tool like a sail on the Med. The subway engulfed all my tool. She rocked like she's riding a mule. My tool gave a jerk, Let out a hot squrt, And flooded her subway with jooul. As the sun sank slow in the west, She rose up and off of my chest. The tool flopped out bent It was terribly spent-- She absorbed all the best of the rest!
There once was a horse named Lily Whose dingus was really a dilly. It was vaganoid duply, And labial quadruply--- In fact, he was really a filly.
There was a young girl from Seattle Who got her kicks sucking off cattle, 'til a bull from the South Popped a load in her mouth That made both her ovaries rattle.
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