Kiddie fiddler.
Onto the next.
An episode of The Waltons.
Vaginal discharge,
Felt normal,
To Francis.
Whatever became of you,
Dear little trumpling?
The breeze carried you away,
And never did you return.
Steve has gout,
Gout, gout, gout.
HAHAHAHA!
Bisto.
She rammed her dick,
Straight up his tooter.
Mustard gas,
And dirty faggots.
Paki.
Okapi.
Through the golden arches,
Upon your chariot made of carrot.
Bald bastard.
Speccy four-eyes.
Over yonder,
In a place called Slippyminge.
Edwin Saxton–The Poeming Genius 