She stood outside in the cool night air. (a poem)

Cuthbert · Postby **Cuthbert** » Mon Mar 23, 2015 2:51 pm

Don't blame me for this one! It ain't mine. It's a hilarious poem traditional to my hometown area. I have no idea who originally wrote it. I first heard this from my aunt when I was young. Enjoy!

Title=She stood outside.

She stood outside in the cool night air,the wind blew up her nighty.

A mosquito lit,and bit her on the tit. And she cried "JESUS CHRIST OH MIGHTY!"

He bopped her once,he bopped her twice. He bopped her once too often.

He bopped the main spring in her ass and now she's in her coffin!

nachtjaeger · Postby **nachtjaeger** » Mon Mar 23, 2015 11:18 pm

Thanks! I had seriously almost forgotten about the "dirty" songs and poems I learned as an older teenager (and afterward.)

Here's a fragment of a classic:

"The Queen was in the drawing-room,
eating bread and honey;
the King was in the Chambermaid,
and she was in the money!"

Then there's the exceedingly NSFW one, sometimes called "George Carlin's cheer" that begins with:

"Rat-shit, bat-shit, dirty ol' twat,
69 douche bags tied in a knot. . ."

And who can forget the dirty Limericks:

"There was a young girl from Kirkuk,
who would f**k all the boys by the brook;
She was deep, she was wide,
you could crawl up inside
with a nice easy chair and a book."

Cuthbert wrote:Don't blame me for this one! It ain't mine. It's a hilarious poem traditional to my hometown area. I have no idea who originally wrote it. I first heard this from my aunt when I was young. Enjoy!

Title=She stood outside.

She stood outside in the cool night air,the wind blew up her nighty.

A mosquito lit,and bit her on the tit. And she cried "JESUS CHRIST OH MIGHTY!"

He bopped her once,he bopped her twice. He bopped her once too often.

He bopped the main spring in her ass and now she's in her coffin!

vrekandis · Postby **vrekandis** » Thu Mar 26, 2015 7:46 pm

Here's to the hole that never heals,
The more you rub it the better it feels,
And all the soap this side of Hell,
Won't wash away that fishy smell,
Syphyllis, blue balls, crabs and lice,
I've had them all by Jesus Christ,
Gentlemen,
The Queen

Cuthbert · Postby **Cuthbert** » Mon May 11, 2015 5:20 pm

And which song does an unsatisfied noble woman often sing?

"Someday my Prince will come!"

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