There once was a young man from China

Who wasn't a very good climber
He slipped on a rock
And snapped off his ****
And now he has got a vagina

 

There was a gret spaz from Berlin

Who polished his bell end with Vim
He drained out the spoff
Till his sparra dropped off
And now all he's got is a quim

 

RE: There was a gret spaz from Berlin

I think you two are just making up stories now.

 

There was a nice bloke from Manhattan

Who did the relay with a baton
One day his mate slipped
Grabbed his ****, the Doc quipped:
"Don't worry - we'll just stick a tw4t on".

 

There once was a man from Barugh Green

His **** was incredibly clean
He buffed it and waxed it
til it looked like plastic
and he said that it went like a dream.

 

Yes, but ...

... at what point did it fall off & leave him with a *****?

Eh?

 

I think I knew him

 

RE: Yes, but ...

There is another verse.

Give me a few days and I'll write it.

 

RE: I think I knew him

There once was a young girl called Bessie
Who went to the loch to see Nessie
She fell in the mud
With a terrible thud
So Nessie saw Bessie all messy!

 

There once was a man called Frank Ash

Against a wall his **** he did bash</p>

It got battered and bruised</p>

And that over used</p>

It dropped off so he fashioned it into a gash.</p>

 

*****, ginge, hinge

There's the rhymes for you. Summat along the lines of him being a ginge with his **** being on a hinge allowing him to turn it into a *****. Put the details in yourself.

 

Fu...

...ck right off.

Only **** falling off & being turned into a flange ones are allowed.

 

There was a chap called Gareth Hunt

Whose bowie knife had become blunt
With significant strength
He rubbed with his length
And now Gareth just has a lovely person.

 

RE: There once was a man called Frank Ash

There once was a woman from Brighton
Who's husband had said she'd a tight un
She said it's a farce
tha's had it up me arse
Just look at thi ***** there's some ***** on.

 

RE: *****, ginge, hinge

With sadness this story is tinged
His injuries make any man cringe
He nailed to excess
leaving his **** in a mess.
So he swapped it for a new hairy *****


GOt there eventually. It's all in the timing.....rubbish.

 

There once was a young lad called Danny

Who decided on life as a tranny
He grew sick of his ****
So his talented Doc
removed it and installed a fanny

 

RE: There once was a young lad called Danny

There was a rugby player called Fran Cotton</p>

Scrummed with a rough bleeder from Notton</p>

He gouged his Jap's eye</p>

And realised with a sigh</p>

Now he's no **** but a furry front bottom. </p>

 

There was a bloke called Leon Britton

Who liked having his sparra bitten
One day he cried "****"
When his bird had a fit
And left him with a nice fish mitten

 

Now heres the story of Deon Burton

With strippers he liked to get his dirt-on</p>

But he was so unclean</p>

That his **** got gangrene</p>

And now all he's got is beef curtains</p>

 

"All now all he's got is beef curtains"

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