There once was a man from nantucket
his dick was so long he could suck it
he said with a grin as he wiped off his chin,
if my mouth was a pussy id fuck it.

There once was a man from Kenass,
his balls were made out of brass,
for in stormy weather, hed clap them together,
and lighting shot out of his ass.


wow the good old childhood days...
thatone420kid Reviewed by thatone420kid on . bad ass poems i went up the mountain all covered in mud i saw my poor teacher all covered in blood a axe in the stomach an knift though her head i couldnt believe my poor techer was dead i went to her funeral i went to her grave some people threw flowers and i shot a grenade and jus to be sure she was dead i took a bazooka and blew off her god damn head Rating: 5