Smoking Beef—Shitting U-Boats

You have a big bum,
A big bum.
You have a big bum,
A big bum.

Hey!

Mix Andy’s urine,
With white flour.
A dash of ethanol,
And a handful of,
Pine nuts.
Put in a preheated oven,
At 200° for four hours.
Tastes bloody lovely!

Poofter.
All he did,
Was visit the Paki shop.
Ten pack o’ Berkeley Red,
And a waffle iron,
Please, Mafood.

Terrible.
Simply effing terrible.
A sausage;
A rasher of bacon;
Muhammad crammed,
Both into his gob.
Naughty imam!

Wank me off,
With your arse.
You will.
Slag!

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A Damned Shame—What Became of the Doge?

I don’t take orders,
From you;
But I might,
Let you fist me.

Wazzock!

Jumping jellybean,
Did wander the sands,
Of DeLiviér Desert,
In search of,
An orthinclanaminuselibobulom.
Mystical,
And a bit of a tosspot.

Tee-hee-hee.
Dozy duck!
Tee-hee-hee-hee-heeeeee.

Pants?

Discombobulated.
If you say so.
But you’re a chocolate bar;
Incapable of rational thought.
Much like pansexuals,
And the Scottish.

Shut that fuckin’ door!
Pinky Ponk.
Ninky Nonk.
Pants.
Smelly shart.

Pillock!—Maths Is Sweaty

WATSON!
Rub it,
All over my chesticles.

Funny money,
Filtered down,
From the clown.
My shit is runny;
Down my leg,
With a load of smeg.

Frank Binmore,
Left Nippleswick,
For a new life,
In Kinshasa.
Got murdered within a day,
Coz he iz white, innit?

Bloody Germans!

Touch the arse.
Touch the arse.
Timbuktu dreaming,
And Pants von Skøldingmark.

“Diphtheria!”
Alison muttered,
Accusatorially.
Nobody listened,
Because she has,
Downs Syndrome.

Take a Moment—There Are Only Two Genders

Eggy trumps,
To the sterncastle!
Discoloured piss,
To the foredeck.
Corned beef, corned beef!
West of the most westerly,
Point on the compass.

A pen for Bill.
He’s a twat.
A dry-wipe marker,
For a sword;
A clipboard,
For a shield.

Gonorrhoea.
Chlamydia.
Worth going bareback for.

Rip off your Y-fronts,
And show the world,
You ain’t messing.
Droopy bollocks.

Bollocks.

Feeling horny?
Some kids out back;
Help yourself.
Rohypnol in the larder,
Should you need it.

Deep throat.

Spink—Triumphant Ovaries

Could it be said,
All at once,
“Not on your Nellie!”?

Idiocracy trumps autocracy.

Belonging to someone,
Overruled her pride.
Rastafarian porn!
Rastafarian porn!
Only the best,
Will do for Charmaine.

Yemeni ombudsman;
Opium dealer on the sly.
Underhanded dealings;
Rife as they are sly.

Stupid dickhead!
Open your legs!
Choke on a penis!
Kindly fuck off!

Reading Up On Reading—Stroppy Knickers

Chorley:
What a shithole!

Teeth and hemorrhoids,
Were all Agnes had,
To show for her,
Barbarism.
Ha–Barbaraism!

Suck a fart out of my arse.

Dick in dick action.
Duck on duck violence.
Fucking Chorley though.
Inbreeding;
Practically law there, innit?

Gimp!
Can I borrow,
Your sock?

Breast implants,
Are all the rage.
What about knowledge?
Retrospect,
Could be their salvation.
Or maybe,
Just a good, hard cock.

A vision in pistachio.
You really are,
A fat, horrible nonce,
Gavin!

Just Champion—Varietus Maximus

I beseech thee:
Open doors,
And open legs.
Reeks o’ dead sheep,
Up in this bitch.

A top hat,
For Top Cat;
A cow pat,
At the laundromat.

Spunk inside her cunt,
Even though,
She said not to.
Who cares,
What she says?
Women aren’t important.

NNNNNNORRIS!

West of Bald Knob,
And Gobblers Knob,
Dick Scratcher,
Laid a wreath,
In honour of,
Hitler.

Kevin Hitler.
Good old Kev Hitler.
And Dennis Mussolini.