Oooh, and this. Last one I promise
The gong was sounded for breakfast
By the butler all portly and stout
Mother came down with a pot full of piss
And Pa with his balls hanging out.

You're behaving quite nicely, said mother
Though seldom is my way to boast
Manners be fucked said father
As he wanked and came on the toast.

Then Peter he pissed in the kettle
And Spencer he shat in a spoon
Then Dad let out such a fucking big fart
Mother could scarse keep in tune.

Then John shoved a sausage up Susie
And laughed loud and long when she screamed
Then Ma asked Pa to crap in his hat
So baby could play with the steam.

Pa took off his trilby
And began to crimp a brown out
But the stink was to much
Ma barfed on his crotch
And dad just fucked off out.
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Mon 15 Aug 2005, 9:50, Reply)