Mehok

3 Fellows went in into a pub,
And gleefully their hands did the rub,
In expectation of rivelwory,
Forth was the hour known as happy?

Grate Bottles of vine did they quaff,
And had a really good laugh,
Till drunkenness held full dominion,
For it was 2 for the price on 1,

But after vine mead and sack,
Man must have a massive Snack,
Grate Pastes form Cornwall,
Scottish eggs round like a ball,

Grate Hams duck quail and geese,
They sucked the bones and drank the grease,
One fellow stud pale and van,
For he was vegetarian,

Yet man knowid the glut n?e
Stickid the fire of luxury,
Upon 3 wenches round and wind,
The fellows cast a wondering eye,

One did approach with a drunken wind,
Hallo darling would you like to have a drink,
Soon they got them on their knee,
It was like some grotesque puppetry,

Such was the liernes? and deportee,
It was like a sketch by Dick Hennery,
Except dick Hennery was not Porn,
So that comparison could not be drawn,

Then the fellows began to pale,
For duck not a friend of ail,
In their bellies much confusion,
From their throats vile excretion,

Stinking foul corruption,
Came spewing forth from their lips,
The felted stench did fill the pub,
It was the very ass of meals bob,

Thrown away from the horn and trumpet,
In the street no coin no strumpet,
Home abound most we go,
To the end a donkey stroll,

Hands with vomit greased,
The donkey wasn?t pleased,
And threw them in a ditch of Shiite,
They all agreed what a brilliant night.

if you dont laugh i owe you a joke ...

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ileonh

ahaha! i don't laugh...so you owe me a joke