IronBar
New Member
There once was a man from Boston,
Who had a little car called an Austin.
There was room for his ass,
And a gallon of gas,
His balls hung out and he lost 'em!
There once was a man from Blaire,
Who seduced his wife on the stair.
When the banister broke,
He doubled his stroke,
And finished her off in midair!
There once was a young sow named Pam,
Who had an affair with a Ram.
The result of her sins,
Was pink meat in blue tins,
And the folks at Hormel called it SPAM.
Shed a tear for my first cousin, Clyde:
A large piece of SPAM Lite that he fried,
Lodged inside his esophagus,
And now his sarcophagus,
Warns odd passers-by how he died.
Who had a little car called an Austin.
There was room for his ass,
And a gallon of gas,
His balls hung out and he lost 'em!
There once was a man from Blaire,
Who seduced his wife on the stair.
When the banister broke,
He doubled his stroke,
And finished her off in midair!
There once was a young sow named Pam,
Who had an affair with a Ram.
The result of her sins,
Was pink meat in blue tins,
And the folks at Hormel called it SPAM.
Shed a tear for my first cousin, Clyde:
A large piece of SPAM Lite that he fried,
Lodged inside his esophagus,
And now his sarcophagus,
Warns odd passers-by how he died.
