From the depths of the crypt at St. Giles
Came a scream that resounded for miles,
Said the vicar, "Good gracious!
Has Father Ignatius
Forgotten the Bishop has piles?"
and another -
A Morningside lady named Alice
Once pissed in the Catholic chalice.
Alas 'twas not need
That occasioned the deed
But pure Presbyterian malice.
When crucified out in the rain,
Barb said “I’m not one to complain...
But the rainwater drips
From my tumescent nips
And then runs down my tight little drain!”
She appears on these pages again,
It`s always to suffer more pain.
With Barbara Moore, one thing is quite sure,
She`ll be getting the whip or the cane.
There was a young lady named,Eul.
She was, certainly,nobody`s fool.
At the drop of a hat,she`d strip,just like that
And submit to treatment most cruel.
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