Seven wise men with knowledge so fine,
created a pussy to their design.
First was a butcher,
with smart wit,
using a knife,
he gave it a slit,
Second was a carpenter,
strong and bold,
with a hammer and chisel,
he gave it a hole,
Third was a tailor,
tall and thin,
by using red velvet,
he lined it within,
Fourth was a hunter,
short and stout,
with a piece of fox fur,
he lined it without,
Fifth was a fisherman,
nasty as hell,
threw in a fish and gave it a smell,
Sixth was a preacher,
whose name was McGee,
he touched it and blessed it,
and said it could pee,
Last was a sailor,
dirty little runt,
he sucked it and f-cked it,
and called it a c-nt.
That has GOT to be some kind of Scottish thing.
The Scots are the only race that I can think of that would was so poetic about the puss.
kickycan wrote:Setanta wrote:The difference between a ladies track team and a group of pigmy hunters?
Well, the latter are a bunch of cunning little runts . . .
That is one of my all time favorite jokes!
I love this kind of joke.
What's the difference between a vicar and a woman having a bath?
One has a soul full of hope......
What's the difference between Twiggy and a counterfeit dollar?
One is a phoney buck........
What's the difference between a seagull and a baby?
One flits along the shore.......
Chaucer had more than a few words on the subject:
"One of us two must bow, to be at ease;
And since a man's more reasonable, they say,
Than woman is, you must have patience aye.
What ails you that you grumble thus and groan?
Is it because you'd have my cunt alone?
Why take it all, lo, have it every bit;
Peter! Beshrew you but you're fond of it!
For if I would go peddle my belle chose,
I could walk out as fresh as is a rose;
But I will keep it for your own sweet tooth.
You are to blame, by God I tell the truth.'
