There was a young man of St. Giles,
Who’s 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
There was a young monk from Siberia
Whose morals were very inferior,
He did to a nun
What he shouldn’t have done,
And now she’s a Mother Superior
There was a young gaucho named Bruno
Who said, “Screwing is one thing I do know
A woman is fine
And a sheep is divine,
But a llama is numero uno”
There was a young man of Eau Claire,
Who once tried to bugger a bear,
The bear gave a hoot,
Took a swipe at his root,
Now the man has but testes and hair |
