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.
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 **** 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.'