And now for something different
There was a young fellow called Cyril
Who was raped in the arse by a squirrel
He liked it so good
That he stayed in the wood
For as long as the squirrel stayed virile


There was a young man from Bombay
Who fashioned a cunt out of clay
The heat of his prick
Turned the clay into brick
And ripped all his foreskin away
(mudskipper, Fri 9 Dec 2005, 6:50, Reply)