I once met a hung man called Nick
Whose friend had a lovely big dick
As they lowered their zips
I start licking my lips
They utter 'Here Dee, come take your pick!'
'Adultery,' said Joseph, 'is nice;
If once is all right——better twice.
This doubling of rations
Improves my sensations,
For the plural of "spouse," friend, is "spice".'
In the Garden of Eden lay Adam
Complacently stroking his madam,
And great was his mirth,
For he knew that on earth
There were only two balls——and he had 'em.
Pubic hair is put there for a reason
That is evident in the cold season:
For the balls it's a muff,
For the rod it's a ruff;
And it keeps the vagina from freezin'.
There was a young fellow named Bliss
Whose sex life was strangely amiss.
For even with Venus
His recalcitrant penis
Would seldom do better than t
h
i
s.
If you are a man, then enough can’t be said
Of the hours-long pleasure of getting road head
You drive to survive
But you feel so alive
And so glad to have miles of your girl’s tongue ahead
The journey is the reward of such trips
You glide down the road while you slide through her lips
One hand on the wheel and one in her hair
You don’t give a fuck if you never get there
The vacay begins when your pants she unzips
Forget all those self-driving cars— you’re F1!
But there’s no need for speed: the ‘F’ stands for fun
You let the cars pass
As you feel up her ass
Her moans on your shaft say you’ve already won.
When you exit the freeway, your beach resort near,
She lifts up her head and says, “Already here?”
Though her hair is a fright
In her eyes is a light
Your next stop will be in your fellatrix’s rear.
A strapping young fellow from Dallas
Was immoderately pleased with his phallus.
His lover was thin
Yet he’d drive deep within
What he fondly described as her chalice.
"For fuck's sake!" Jim declared, sorely vexed.
"I haven't fucked lately, I'm hexed!"
True, his luck had gone bad.
No fucks had he had.
Our poor Jim was inadequately sexed.
'Adultery,' said Joseph, 'is nice;
If once is all right——better twice.
This doubling of rations
Improves my sensations,
For the plural of "spouse," friend, is "spice".'
Says Smutty, "Adultery's fun."
He's persuasive, that son of a gun.
But I fear all the strife
Lest I convince the wife
That two women are better than one.
Is algebra fruitless endeavour?
It seems they’ve been trying forever
To find x, y and z
And it’s quite clear to me
If they’ve not found them yet then they’ll never.
Trigonometry, T, 'S where it's at.
You can measure a this and a that.
With an angle and line,
You can find the cosine.
But don't try with the tail of your cat.