Friday, October 11, 2013


Once there was a man named McLean,
Who invented the beat-off machine.
On the twenty-third stroke,
The damned thing broke,
And beat both his balls to cream.

A vice both perverse and unsavory,
Holds the Mayor of Birmingham in slavery;
With bloodcurdling howls,
He deflowers young owls,
That he keeps in an underground aviary.