Humour view 2



SOURCE: From James McFarland – mobile text message Xmas 2004
SITE SOURCE: Sydney Folklore – SECTION18: Bawdry Songs

HE LAID HER ON THE TABLE

He laid her on the table
So white, clean and bare
His forehead wet with beads of sweat
He rubbed her here and there
He touched her neck and then he felt her breast
And then drooling felt her thigh
The slit was wet and all was set
He gave a joyous cry
The hole was wide – he looked inside
All was dark and murky
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms
And then he stuffed the turkey