Þessi fyrirsögn ætti að fá fólk á blogg gáttinni til að detta hérna inn. En á ferðum mínum á Spáni hékk ég oftar en ekki með drykkjurútar-rifhöfundi að nafni Nick Goulden. Við eyddum mörgum kvöldum spjallandi um allt milli himins og jarðar og yfir einhverjum bjórkrúsunum deildi hann þessum skemmtilegu bresku vísum með mér.
Ég vona að þið njótið þeirra.
There was a young actress from Crew,
Who remarked as the vicar withdrew,
The bishop was slicker, quicker and thicker
And two inches longer than you.
When I was a little girl,
I had a little thing
When I went to bed at night
I put my finger in
Now I am much older
My thing has lost it’s charm
I have to put 5 fingers in
And half me blooming arm
There was a young girl from Rhyll,
Who inserted a dynamite stick for a thrill
They found her vagina
In North Carolina
And bits of her tits in Brazil.
There was a young man from Nantucket
Whose dick was so long he could suck it
Wiping cum from his chin
He remarked with a grin
„If my ear was a cunt I could fuck it.“
Hickory Dickory Dock,
This girl was sucking my cock.
The clock struck two,
I finished my goo,
And then dropped the bitch off the next block.
There was a young lady from Leith,
Who circumcised men with her teeth,
It wasn´t for leisure,
It wasn´t for pleasure,
It was for the cheese underneath.
My name is Jack,
I´m a necrophiliac.
I shag dead women,
I do it for a livin´.
And I get frustrated,
When the women get cremated.
´Cos a shag is a must,
And you can´t shag dust.
There was a young man called Dave
Who dug up a prostitutes grave,
Smelled quite a bit
And had one mouldy tit
But think of the money he saved