Saturday, May 19, 2012

Clare

There once was a lassie named Clare
Whose humor would foul up the air
For to Clare, it was art
To speak highly of farts
And all spewings from one's derrière


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Good Bed Sheets

I've one friend who's kind of a douche
He'll pick up a girl with a swoosh
But don't let them go back
To the place where you shack
'Cuz on your good bed sheets he'll sploosh


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Bacchanale

I only can dance when I'm drunk
The liquor, it moves me to funk
Th' more shit-faced I am,
Th' more freely I jam,
And shake my big hairy "b'dunk"