Date registered: Jan 2005
Vehicle: 1992 W126 300 SE
Location: Head in the clouds
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In the Street of a Thousand Arseholes
'neath the sign of the swinging tit,
There lived a Chinese maiden
By the name of Hu-Flung-shit.
She sat beneath the joss sticks,
With a smile of celestial bliss,
Her breath like scented lotus,
Her eyes like pools of piss.
She thought of her lover, the fatherless,
She thought of her pox ridden beaux,
She thought of the scores she'd had on floors,
When up walked Won-Hung-Low.
"Oh come to me you bag of shite."
He cried with tits in hand,
"My love for you will last for hours
Like ice on the burning sand."
She clutched his tool with calloused hand,
And beat it on the walls,
Removed his hat and trampled that,
then danced upon his balls.
At length with anger screaming out,
He pissed himself with spleen,
He went and shit and stamped it in,
His scrotum turned quite green.
His anger quickly mastered him,
He felt with fury black,
She stood on him and bared her twat
And pissed on the bugger's back.
The Chinese maiden now is gone,
No longer does she sit,
In the Street of a Thousand Arse Holes,
By the sign of the swinging tit.