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The Tale of Friar Fuck

By Barb Davidson

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

This tale i tell you, Is truth i'm told, Of a monk called Fuck, Or Roy of Olde. Twas a balmy day in June, I declare, By a wet knickered lady, he was asked to care, In fright of his feelings, he laughed in her ear, Her words to drown, he'd rather not hear. To admit to caring for this sexy hunk, Was too much a problem, he became a monk! His cock it shrivelled, all wrinkled and flaccid, But to confess to a liking, he'd rather drink acid! The lady you ask, pray what was her fate, She got pissed on Murfatlar and died in the grate, The moral i'll tell you, is don't hide your feelings, With a wet knickered woman you can have great dealings, No need promise marriage, your hand house or gate, No commitment is wanted, thats destinys fate, One word will suffice, no other will do. Yes Barb i do like you, now give us a screw!!Written for a great friend..... Written November 8th, 2001 © on Apr 20 2002 09:43 PM PST    0 • 18 • 14

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