There was a gay dog from Ontario
Who fancied himself a Lothario.
At a wench's glance
He'd snatch off his pants
And make for her Mons Venerio.
There was a young fellow named Harry,
Had a joint that was long, huge and scary.
He pressed it on a virgin
Who, without any urgin',
Immediately spread like a fairy.
There once was a man named Houdini,
Who spilled some Gin on his weenie.
Said his date, "How uncouth!".
So he poured on some Vermouth,
And slipped the young girl a martini!
Sent by NINA
There once was a lass from Seattle
Who had a habit of sucking off cattle,
'Till a bull from the south
Shot a load in her mouth
And made her ovaries rattle!
There was a young man of St. Giles
Who'd walked thousands and thousands of miles,
From the Cape of Good Hope,
Just to bugger the Pope,
But he couldn't---the pontiff had piles.
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